“And another one, you are such a beautiful couple!” the photographer said as their faces smiled one last time at the camera. “I really like that pendant on your necklace, hon, is that a key?” he added. Like everyone else present, they had dressed up for her company’s Christmas Do and her low cut evening dress revealed the usually hidden treasure around her neck. Her left hand instinctively grabbed the pendant and her thumb caressed the jeweled head of the key.
“It is indeed, a special gift from my darling” she looked at her boy with a knowing smile and as their eyes met and his cock vainly twitched in his locked cage, he had to suppress a little moan. Instead, he squeezed her hand and let her drag him to the dance floor where the DJ had just put on a slow piece. She put her arm around his neck, her fingers casually brushed his metal collar sitting on his collarbone, discreetly hidden from view, and she asked: “How long has it been now?” her body was pressing into his as they slowly moved to the music. “49 days, Madame, since you locked me”.
As the evening wore on, more of her colleagues enquired about her unusual pendant and she would tell them that it was the key to “Pandora’s Box”, giggling about it with the girls and smiling seductively at the guys. How many knew or guessed, he didn’t know, but the sheer idea was enough to send him on an emotional roller coaster of embarrassment, pride, and arousal. Watching his lady dance with a number of men, laughing and enjoying herself, didn’t help either – or did it?
They arrived home well past midnight, intoxicated not from drink but from the innuendo that had carried them both through the evening: the exchanged glances when in conversation with others, the close dancing, her ‘accidentally’ dropped purse to make him crouch on the floor picking up the coins while admiring her half-exposed garter, culminating in her making him kiss her high heels in a deserted stairway. He had lost count of the number of times he would have had a massive erection if not for the chastity belt.
No, the night was not over yet.
After having helped her out of her coat and taken his off as well, he went to fetch drinks for both. His return found her lounging on a chaise, one heel dangling from her pretty foot. He placed the glasses on the side table, crossed his arms on his back, and stood waiting for her to acknowledge him.
Heaven knew she liked to take her time. She looked him all over, her handsome guy, his strong masculine jaw, his broad shoulders, and toned body – he looked stunning in his suit. She always loved when he dressed smartly. No one outside their circle of friends would ever know nor guess this man was submissive, and yet he was, hers to command.
She nodded, and he started taking his clothes off in learned order: the jacket first, then shoes and socks, he unbuckled his belt and pulled the shirt out, placing the cuff links on the table and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. As he slid it over his shoulders, the stainless steel collar became fully visible and she smiled. Their eyes met as he unzipped his trousers and slowly dropped them, moving out of them in a swift movement. Again he stood, his legs slightly spread, his arms on his back and she drank in the sight of him. His toned upper body, the warm color of his skin contrasting with the metal of his collar, she could see little goosebumps forming despite the warm temperature in the room. Her eyes wandered lower, watching his flat stomach rise with every breath, then lower still and her smile broadened at the sight of her baby rose lace panties worn by her property. They barely hid the metal cage enclosing his cock, which was now fighting its prison for freedom. She placed one foot on top of the soft material and teasingly rubbed it over the panty and cage, causing him to draw in a sharp breath. “Did you enjoy your night out in slutty underwear?” she asked, while her toes found their way under the lace. A shiver went through him and he quietly replied “Yes, Madame, I have enjoyed being in public as Your property even though no one else knew”-“I think” he added and could not read the meaning of her smile. By then, her toes had managed to pull the lace panties down to his ankles, so his caged cock and trapped balls were fully visible.
“You may kneel. You know what to do!” he didn’t need more prompting. Immediately, he sank down, his legs spread wide, his back erect “Thank you, Madame. Please, may I clean your shoes for you?” she placed one high heeled foot in his palm and he started licking the sole with long strokes of his soft wet tongue, before softly kissing his way to the upper side of the shoe and along the sides to the heel. As his tongue ventured down the 5.5″ heel, she spread her legs a bit wider, allowing him to look up her dress. She placed her other foot comfortably on his chastity device and he moaned.
Slowly she withdrew the shoe he was kissing, so that he had to bend further forward, pushing his cage harder against her other foot until it hurt . “That’s right, put in some more effort” she teased and placed the tip of her heel on his lips. He willingly opened his mouth and slid the stiletto in as deep as he could. “Ever so willing to give a deep throat, aren’t you?” she asked as she removed her foot from his groin (relief!) only to then place it on his neck and push his head deeper onto the heel. “Since when do I have to repeat my questions?” she asked and moved her heel slowly back and forth in his mouth. He nodded in consent, mumbling an unintelligible answer. “I cannot understand you, you are not trying hard enough” she commented with mocked innocence in her voice, while her heel worked its way deeper into his mouth. It was hopeless, he couldn’t win in this situation, and the fact alone turned him on as always.
“Enough now” she commanded with a soft voice and he let go of her heel, straightening his shoulders, arms on his back and waited respectfully.
She stood up and walked over to the chest of drawers, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. Then she sat back down on the chaise, facing him, and bent down to him. Her fingernails softly stroked his jawbone, caressing his neck, fingertips barely touching his skin, sending shivers down his spine. “Tell me” she whispered, looking him in the eyes, and he replied equally quietly “I am proud to be yours, Madame. Thank you for making me your property.” His heart was beating fast now, and so was hers. “I want to kiss you,” she said and he leaned in closer. “No! It’s not that easy!” Her hand firmly grabbed his jaw “open up!” he did as he was told. She produced the three-layer pinwheel and placed it onto his tongue, before closing his mouth again. About 1.5″ of the handle still protruded from his lips and she started lustfully licking it. He moaned, torn between the desire to kiss her and dread of taking the Wartenberg wheel deeper. His imprisoned cock throbbed madly with frustration and lust, leaking precum. Her left hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, causing the wheel to move inside his mouth, her right hand’s fingernails clawing at his skin, pinching his nipples. When she released her grip on his hair and started licking the wheel’s handle again, he swallowed hard to move it deeper into his mouth, the pins scratching his gums and tongue. The reward however was instant, the tip of her tongue tracing the contours of his lips, moistening them before the softest lips in the world embraced his mouth in a voluptuous kiss. Yes, the pain was worth it and he would choose it any time. Their eyes closed as they let the moment carry them away, shutting out his pain and discomfort. When she finally stopped, they were both breathing hard and the scents of their arousal filled the room.
She brushed his precum off the metal cage. “Pucker up,” she said, a mischievous smile in her eyes. He did as he was told and pursed his lips for her to smear his juices on. “Oh look at you, gorgeous. What a pretty lip gloss my little cum slut is wearing tonight. Do you like the taste?” He closed his eyes for a moment before replying “Yes, Madame”. She cocked her head and looked at him like butter wouldn’t melt before asking “‘Yes Madame’ what?”. He swallowed and repeated “Yes Madame, your desperate cum slut loves the taste of spunk” – he blushed and again his cock rebelled against its confinement.
“Good” she grinned “there is a lot more on the floor, clean the mess up!” her finger pointed at the puddle of precum that had formed beneath his crotch. “As you wish, Madame” he bent over, his back arched as she had taught him, so his butt cheeks would spread nicely, and started licking his juice from the wooden floor.
When he looked up next, he saw her leaning against the wall, wearing her strap-on dildo and beckoning him …
“You are not done yet”
she said, casually leaning on the sideboard. His eyes flickered from her to the spot on the floor he just had been meticulously cleaning with his tongue. There was no trace of his precum anymore!
His face puzzled he enquired “Madame, I don’t understand?”
She sighed and straightened, striding over to him. He kept his position on all fours, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, high heels and nylon garters, glance wandering higher to where her thighs met. Instead of silk panties or her wonderfully smooth skin, however, all he could see was a grotesquely big black dildo protruding from her strap-on leather harness. It bounced a bit as she moved and his stomach clenched in anticipation.
“Let me explain,” she said in a mock exasperated voice. “It would appear that my ever so greedy cum licking whore got so turned on by the task of cleaning up his mess that he actually produced a new puddle” – she pointed at the wet spot. A thin thread of crystal clear precum dangled guiltily from his chastity cage as he moved to look at the place between his legs that she had indicated.
He hung his head and murmured “Yes, Madame. I am sorry.”
She crouched down next to him, caressing his face and lifting up his chin with her fingers until he looked at her.
“You are hopeless, aren’t you? So desperate to get rid of your juices,” she whispered in his ear, her soft lips touching his ear lobe and sending shivers down his back.
He leaned his forehead on her shoulders when her fingernails dug into his nipples, grinding his teeth “I know, Madame. Thank you for putting up with me.”
“Be a good boy, sit up!”
his hands left the floor and he straightened his back. She copied his position, kneeling opposite him, their spread knees touching slightly, a mocking smile on her face. Her right hand pulled the cleavage of her dress even lower, exposing more of her breasts. He moaned and again his cock cage twitched.
She smirked “Is my little slut horny?” her hands wandered lower, under the harness of her strap-on, out of sight. More twitching of his cage, his imprisoned cock was fighting its boundaries and oozing more precum.
“I am, Madame. Please, it has been so long.”
She laughed, the sound ringing in his ears. “I can see that it is about time.” she withdrew her hand and moisture glistened on her fingers in the candlelight. She wiped her middle finger under his nose and he instinctively opened his mouth, but she had already removed her hand and was sucking on her index finger, eyes half-closed. That sight plus her smell right in his nose were enough to set him on fire on a normal day but now, after seven weeks in chastity and the constant tease and denial, he was reduced to a whimpering, precum dripping object of her desires. His hips moved, futilely grinding air in desperation.
And then she actually seemed to give in. “How about a little jerk?”
“That would be very generous of you, Madame.” He smiled hopefully, his heart beating faster.
She nodded “you may” .. “well, get started!” she added as he hesitated.
“But … Madame?” he looked at his metal cage.
Again, she cocked her head to look at him.
“But Madame what? The next time you fail to communicate in full sentences I shall add a week to your chastity time.”
He gulped. “I understand, Madame. I was under the impression you were going to release me from my cage.”
She raised one eyebrow, upon which he added “But I must have misunderstood. Would you like me to jerk in my device, Madame?” he felt stupid.
“Aww, of course not! That would not work, would it?” her voice was a mixture of innocence and mockery, but her fingers caressed his face with genuine tenderness and he huddled his cheek against her hand, feeling relieved.
“I want you to jerk … MY cock!” she whispered, triumph blazing in her eyes.
He bit his lip in frustration, a moment’s hesitation that he paid for with a slap in the face. Their eyes met and he drew a deep breath – he knew that predator looks on her face.
“Again please, Madame!” the sound of her hand slapping his cheek again rang in his ears. His hand darted forward and grabbed her big black rubber cock by the shaft, moving his wrist back and forth. By then she had entwined her fingers in his hair, pulled his head to the side and sunk her teeth deep into his neck. As her jaws closed around his flesh and she thrust her hips rhythmically into his hand, she started to moan softly.
“That’s good, give this big cock a good wanking” she encouraged him and so he did, pretending it was his own, though that one would never be nine inches long, let alone nearly two inches in diameter. She was still thrusting in and out of his grip, the tip repeatedly poking into his flat stomach when she placed her right hand on his left and slid it towards his own cock, which was now close to bursting in its cage. “Jerk us both, slut” he immediately started to pull away at the metal device, desperate to feel something, anything.
“Your slut, Madame” he moaned and her hand closed over his imprisoned cock, skin bulging out between the confining metal bars. She pressed the palm of her other hand firmly over his throat, choking him, her lips closing over his in a passionate kiss.
After a while, she asked him to put his hands on his back and took over where he had stopped. Her right hand closed around the thick shaft of her strap-on, her fingers not even barely touching, while the left hand easily encompassed his hard metal and soft pulsating skin. She slowly started to jerk, sliding along the shaft of her black rubber cock, while the stroke of his tiny chastity device came to an early ending.
She tried again, starting at the very base of both cocks, moving her hands at equal speed. Her right hand had not even made half the length of the toy, when her left hand hit the air and went limp.
“Oh no, jerking three inches is so pointless.” She removed her hand from his cage and went on jerking her dildo with both hands, delight on her face.
“Mmhh.. so much better, so much bigger”. Frustration rose inside him, he so much wanted her to touch him instead. “Remember when I used to do this to your cock, before I locked it away?” She was such a tease.
His lower lip trembled. “Yes Madame, I remember….. I remember it every day.”
“I would fancy a blow job” she stated, wiping his precum leakage from the cage and off the floor and smearing it on the tip of her strap-on, getting up and sitting down on the edge of the armchair, her legs spread wide enough for him to not only fit comfortably in the gap but also to see wet shiny skin underneath the leather harness.
He crawled over on all fours, looking up at her
“Madame, do you want me to give you a blowjob now?” he knew immediately that this wasn’t good enough. “Please, Madame, do you want me to lick your strap-on?” would he have to admit quite how desperate he was for her to abuse him with this grotesquely huge toy? He craned his neck to reach it.
“You’re not very convincing” she commented, she knew him only too well by now. “Just say it, let me hear what you crave”.
He took a deep breath, looking up to her, the rubber cock’s tip shining with his own juices nearly touching his lips.
“Please, let me suck your huge dick. Please, fuck me with it, my throat, my ass, my holes are yours to use”. There, he had said it.
“Are you saying you are desperate to suck dick and taste cum? Just like a dirty whore?” she inquired.
“Yes Madame, please treat me like the filthy slut I am”.
“How could I ever deny you, my pretty boy. Go on then, suck me good!”
His tongue set to work, circling the dildo’s tip, licking his own precum off, before placing his lips all around it and slowly sliding the big cock inside his mouth.
When she first had mentioned how she would like to watch him suck off a cock, it had been a hard limit for him and she had respected it. However, the more she teased him, made him desperate enough to jerk and cum from videos, pictures, and stories of guy-on-guy action, and the more he saw the enjoyment she got from it, the more this limit vanished. He had caught himself lost in thought of sucking dick for her, being deep-throated and having to drink cum more than once. She was not pushing it, but she knew he would soon be ready and desperate enough to beg for it.
As his mouth worked the rubber cock deeper and deeper, she grabbed his hair with one hand and placed the other in the back of his neck, pulling him closer and making him gag hard in the process. The strap-on now pumped his throat rhythmically, making his eyes water and his saliva dribble from his chin.
By the time she finally slowed down again, he was desperately grinding air, wriggling his ass and swinging his cock cage around, oblivious to what was going on around him.
“You are such a horny fluffer slut, aren’t you just?” – the sound of her words got him back to the there and then and he nodded eagerly, his throat clenching around the cock.
She slowly withdrew the dildo, now all over covered in his drool, glistening, from his mouth, and leaned back, her legs still spread. The strap-on was slightly dangling to one side and it was very obvious for eyes and nose how much she had enjoyed this situation. How much would he love to plunge into the moist of her groin, cover his face in her wetness, and drink her juice! His locked-away cock twitched again.
“Get me your sissy panties” Obediently he passed her the baby rose lace panties he had worn earlier and she used them to wipe all her juices away, before passing the panty back to him:
“Clean your mess off the cage and the floor!”
“Thank you, Madame” he first wiped his precum threads on with the gusset, moaning as he imagined her juices to touch his skin and mix with his, then he cleaned the small puddle on the floor with so far dry fabric and placed the panty back in her waiting palm.
She turned the panty inside out and strapped it over one of the scatter cushions that she then placed on the armrest. While he remained in a kneeling position, waiting clueless as to what was about to happen next, she got up and retrieved something from the chest of drawers. When she came back, she fastened the padded leather cuffs around his wrists, made him get up and bend over with his chin resting on the panty cushion.
She then took his wrists and locked the cuffs together behind his legs.
“You know what comes next, don’t you?” she asked quietly.
He had been looking forward to this all night. “Yes, Madame, you’re going to fuck your whore.” …
He wakes with a start, his breath ragged. The barn is damp and very cold. A dirty rag stuffed in his mouth is the first thing he notices, followed by the hood, tied tightly enough that the gagging rag can’t be tongued out of his mouth.
Now he begins to explore his situation. He’s laying on his back, something painfully digging into his back, just under his rib cage. As he shifts his weight, he realizes it’s his own hands, bound with leather cuffs and something that he assumes is a padlock. The man comes to the frightening realization that he has apparently been laying on his hands for some time based on the ache in his back and the deadness of everything from a shoulder to fingertips.
“Mmph!” He grunts – yells into the gag and hood as he twists more in blindness, knocking a shelf from which paint can fall, landing on his shin bone, a thin thread of blood appears where it landed. His breathing intensifies, his feelings of helplessness growing. He screams more, extra urgency on his muffled voice.
After 20 minutes of useless screaming into the gag, the man slowly gets himself under control, trying to make sense of his predicament. He’s cold, shivering, his thighs quivering. His shin has begun to swell, and still oozes blood. He manages to back himself up to a wall next to the shelf where the offending paint can assault him from, coming to a sitting position, his hands still behind his back.
I slowly stand from the seat I’d taken about 2 hours earlier before he’d come to. Immediately he hears me, starting his gag-chatter all over again. I walk over to him, my boots stepping solidly over the wooden floor. His head turns, seeking me out. I see visible relief come over him as he thinks he’s saved.
Fuck, he’s so wrong.
Without a word I kick him over, his forehead hitting the upright of the wooden shelf. He screams again, in agony. His legs backpedal out of self-preserving panic. I reach up and grab a chain off the shelf as I step past it and toward him, then kick him over until he’s on his belly. I hook the chain to the padlock and speak to him.
“Stand.”
He is confused but does try to stand. When he fails twice in a row, I help him by pulling him up with the cuffs. He grunts into the gag again, this time as his shoulders are roughly pulled. I back him to the wall and attach the chain to a metal ring on the wall. There’s no slack between the wall and his cuffed hands.
He’s tottering a bit, still unsteady. I pull out my knife and cut the leather strap that kept the hood on, then slides it down off his head.
He’s a slender man, about 40. His brilliant green eyes blink and water in adjusting to the light. He is so shocked under the bright lights that he doesn’t even realize he could simply spit out the bitter old rag in his mouth.
I kick his legs apart, my steel toe boots connecting with his ankle bones with a sickening knocking noise. This nearly brings him to his knees, but my knee comes up to meet his diaphragm, making him exhale with such force the gag falls out, tumbling off my knee. He’s out of breath and must have bit his tongue, blood spilling over his lip to meet the blood from his forehead where the shelf had cracked him a good one.
“What the fuck?!” He screams in my face, blood splattering through the air at me. He strains forward as if to lunge forward at me, and from the shelf, I casually grip a leather strap 4 inches wide and doubled over lengthwise, and swing it across his face. Again blood sprays from his mouth.
Before he can recover I have attached his ankle cuffs to the wall, and he’s secured to the wall, his legs spread to an almost uncomfortable position. I stand up in front of him again. His mouth comes back to life, and he’s screaming obscenities at me, spitting fire with each word.
I laugh in his face and reach down between his legs, my hand cupping his testicles. He’s unshaved and uncut. His balls are warm, tender, soft, and fuzzy. I tickle him with my nails, all the while he’s screaming in my ear, even trying to head butt and bite me.
With a squeeze, I look him in the eye, “Shut the hell up, or these will be the first I take.” He momentarily quiets, as if he doesn’t understand, then begins screaming again.
With a sigh, I again pull out my knife. I open the hunting knife and with my left hand grip his penis. One quick hack and it lands on the wooden floor amongst the loose straw with a plopping-clunk sound, bleeding dark into the straw. His screams start anew, and I feel his warm blood spurting onto my jeans from the inch-long stump that used to be the focus of his manhood. Maybe he needs time to reconsider the “quiet” command.
I wipe the bloody blade clean on his chest, then put a ring gag in his mouth, him fighting me each step of the way. Eventually, it’s in his mouth, and he quits saying words at least, but still isn’t quiet. With a pair of locking clamps, I reach into his mouth and grip his tongue, pulling it out as far as I can, then look him in the eye. “Perhaps this is next?” I ask him while opening the hunting knife. His entire tone changes as soon as I release his tongue back into his mouth.
I reach down and start to examine his body again. The bloody stump is still pouring blood.
Bob and Carol live in the rural midwest and after years of hard work they are both retired. The children are grown and have moved out of state. They own a home in the country with ten acres of wooded land. The closest neighbors are friendly but keep to themselves. It is that part of the country where most people respect other people’s privacy.
Bob and Carol are introverts with little interest in travel or social events. They have been together since high school and are best friends. They moved away from the city where they were raised after they married because they both wanted privacy.
Their children have similar private natures and never visit unannounced. Bob and Carol have had a very healthy sex life, but never openly. The children knew there was something very special mom and dad did that made them happy. When the children were young Bob and Carol would set the kids up with a movie and popcorn then retire to their room for a few hours so the kids learned to give them privacy,
Bob by nature was submissive to Carol and she was a strong-willed dominant wife. They were unaware but they had developed these rolls naturally. Carol expected Bob to be a strong masculine and assertive man, she did not value weakness. Bob loved her femininity and her clear ability to give direction.
Their public relationship was polite and respectful. She never embarrassed or emasculated Bob in public. Bob demonstrated absolute respect and devotion to Carol. Some men kidded Bob about being so adoring mostly because he made them look bad to their own wives. Other wives admired Bob’s devotion but never got more than polite interaction from Bob and a smile from Carol.
When people retire they need a new hobby to keep them challenged. Bob and Carol are both in good health so they eat well, bicycle hiked, do yard work and work out with weights. Carol is a voracious reader, loves research and writes. She hates social media, Bob is enough social life for her. Her garden is a passion but Bob is her real passion.
Bob doesn’t golf, hunt, fish or bowl and doesn’t have any desire to hang with the boys. Bob faces a common retirement problem his only real passion other than work has been bondage and chastity. It isn’t a secret but he has kept these in check not wanting to overwhelm Carol. Carol knew about Bob’s interests and sometimes they used bondage in their sex life but it was on and off.
It is odd that Bob and Carol were so close and didn’t know how much they both secretly craved bondage. Carol thought she might overwhelm Bob if she tied him up as often as she wanted. Bob was worried Carol would get turned off if she knew how often he wanted to be tied up.
One morning bondage session Carol decided she would show Bob how much she liked bondage and see how much bondage Bob could tolerate. She tied Bob spread eagle on their kingsize bed with leather cuffs. Bob thought it would be teasing, face-sitting, and a hump session. To his surprise, Carol inserted earplugs, taped his eyes shut, and tied a pillowcase over his head filled with a week’s worth of her soiled underwear. She spent the next two hours in the garden.
She returned to the bedroom to find Bob humping the air. She couldn’t resist giving Bob a slow hand and blowjob tease. After an hour of slow soft torture mixed with 10 fast and 10 slow edgings, she left Bob hanging while she showered. She returned, slowly teasing and edged Bob for another half hour then headed for the kitchen to prepare dinner, then another 30 minutes session while dinner baked.
Bob has talked about chastity devices for many years, along with his interest in bondage. He talked about them in a wondering way, not an I want or need to do this way. Carol has worried about what will happen to Bob when he fully retires. She thought his only real passion is me, bondage, and possibly chastity in that order. Carol understood Bob would never move first so she would have to be the one to open this door.
She knew the idea or fantasy of bondage and chastity is much different than reality. She understood this clearly so today’s experiment was her first test of Bob’s true interest in bondage. She thought so far he is passing with flying colors. Bob had been tied up for over six hours now so Carol rode Bob to a big finish then untied him.
Afterward, over dinner, she asked Bob about his thoughts. He was trying to hold back but Carol wouldn’t have that so she for the first time ordered Bob to tell her the truth. They were both shocked at her words and tone but didn’t say anything about it.
Bob immediately said it was the most amazing experience he ever had and regretted his orgasm. Carol looked pleased and puzzled, you loved the bondage but regretted the orgasm? Bob quietly answered that he was in such a perfect place he didn’t want it to end, the bondage or the sexual frustration. Carol thought to herself the door had been opened.
For the next week, it was nonstop discussions about bondage, sexual teasing, and chastity. Finally, Bob mentioned Carol’s direct order and how it made him feel. Usually, if I haven’t anticipated what you need you politely ask me to do whatever it is you want. Saying it as a direct order was something new, I have longed to hear from that part of you. Carol your words went through me like a drug.
Now that the table was set Bob and Carol set off on a life of almost daily bondage for Bob that is. He built a wooden pillory in the middle of Carol’s garden where Bob spends endless hours on display while Carol does her gardening.
Chastity came true as Bob went all-in with a steel device with a piercing. The only time he was out of chastity was when he was staked out in the yard, standing spread eagle in the barn or straitjacketed and caged in the basement. At night Bob slept in a leather sleep-sack beside Carol.
Bob went weeks and sometimes months without an orgasm. Carol because of her love for reading and research devised more and more ideas as to how to challenge Bob. Bob had a stoic submission and would never beg, plead or even ask for an orgasm. Carol knew Bob so well that she could see him struggling with this inner turmoil as the frustration built, Carol got off on this. Bob became lost in his devotion to Carol. His sexual control, bondage stamina, and oral skills were developing nicely.
Bob was driven deeper into subspace by her new direct personality. Carol controlled their workouts, Bob’s grooming, and his areas of responsibility. They continued with endless experiments to see which elements of BDSM fit them. Age play, feminization, cuckolding, high protocol, and needles were out, but long-term bondage, chastity devices, strap-ons, cum eating, piss drinking, objectification, caning, and CBT was in.
Bob developed another hobby. After he did his chores always done in chastity naked Bob would work hours in his workshop building bondage devices out of wood, leather, and metal. Carol helped with the fitting and development. Soon the house was filled with ingenious contraptions that could easily disappear when the company arrived.
On one visit the kids mentioned how happy we both looked and wondered what we do now that we are retired. We haven’t come up with a good answer for that question yet.
***
Bob and Carol had an amazing dynamic, Bob loved bondage and sexual frustration and Carol loved testing him by giving him more than he could handle. Day after day, week after week, month after month Bob was tested 24/6.
Yes I mean 24/6, Carol wanted a day to check in with Bob to keep the relationship healthy. One day per week the only bondage was Bob’s chastity device. Bob would wear clothes and refrain from worshiping Carol. It was their date night, they would dress up and go to a local restaurant, talk, and look into the eyes of each other. When they returned home they would go to bed and sleep in each other’s arms. In the morning Bob would be groomed and naked greeting Carol with fresh coffee and a bagel. Bob was free to begin another six full-day journey to subspace.
For the next six days, If Bob wasn’t in bondage, he was doing chores, working out, serving Carol’s sexual needs or building creative bondage equipment. He was always dressed only in his chastity device, always completely hairless and always ready to obey any order Carol could dream up.
Carol reads every book she can find about bondage, chastity, mind control, and animal training. She is researching every corner of the internet to perfect her skills. Her entire focus is on creating as much endless sexual frustration for Bob as possible. She studies the effects of long-term bondage and subspace conditioning on his moods and behavior. Carol is continually amazed by Bob’s strength and unquenched desire for more and more bondage. She wants to feed his need. Bob feeds Carol’s needs and cravings by enduring every test or torment she can dream up.
Carol didn’t want a slave she wanted Bob. She spent days treating him like an object but in her mind, it was always Bob enjoying his well-earned retirement by being my footstool. They had a safe word but she knew Bob would never use it. Bob would endure any bondage for as long as Carol wanted him to endure it.
She created a few stress predicaments that would have Bob shaking and covered with sweat. Her favorite was in the barn. Bob would be standing with arms overhead with his thumbs in metal cuffs suspended by a chain. Another chain was attached to the back of his collar then run down his back and through a ring on the floor then attached to a metal ball cuff with spikes. Carol adjusted it to keep Bob’s knees slightly bent but not too much. Bob was in a full leather bondage hood with earplugs, taped eyes, and internal gag.
His thumbs could not take much weight so he would have to expend energy holding his arms in position. His ball cuff would keep his legs bent but just enough. Any more of a bend would shorten the session Bob could endure this position for more than two full hours. Carol would quietly sit in a chair and watch Bob struggle, shake and sweat. She would pleasure herself while watching Bob use his strong will to endure this torment until she let him down.
Carol first thought she was being mean to Bob but she found to fit it was too little stress Bob would be bored, Carol soon understood Bondage gets real when you want to get out. Comfortable bondage like Bob’s leather sleeping sack on their bed was for comfort but a real bondage session needs to be a challenge.
Longterm low-stress bondage sessions or short stressful bondage sessions, long-term chastity device sessions with limited touch or chastity sessions of endless edging and testing, this was Bob’s future for as long as the magic lasted.
Bob always smiled when she removed the hood no matter how long or how intense the session had been. This inspired Carol to relax and not worry that she might break him.
Carol seemed to have a two-track program, one was bondage and the other was chastity and sexual frustration. Bob was in plenty of bondage so removing his device for edging or cleaning was easy. Bob hadn’t seen his cock for months on end. Carol saw chastity as the inability too access a cock, so bondage would work as chastity too. Bob would be in the garden pillory for up to six hours so Carol would remove his chastity to give it some fresh air. After a soap down and a garden hose shower, she would replace his device and send him off to prepare dinner.
At night she loved edging him in his sleep-sack. The well-worn plush leather bag was attached to Bob’s side of the bed. Bob was always ear plugged and blindfolded but his mouth was ready for Carol to use. Some nights she would ride Bob to an explosive orgasm then drip the load in Bob’s mouth.
Carol always added a pillowcase hood full of her soiled panties for Bob to breathe while he slept. Bob slept most nights in this leather heaven drowning in her scent. The sleep-sack fit loosely but escape was impossible. Most nights Carol would read as Bob slept but some nights depending on her reading material Carol would edge him until she dropped off to sleep.
On awakening, Carol would unzip Bob and doze off. Bob would dutifully replace his chastity device before removing his blindfold. He would place the key in a lockbox on Carol’s side of the bed then store the sleep-sack under the bed. Bob’s day started with chores and grooming, then Carols morning coffee. Some mornings Bob found notes in the kitchen about her plans for the day.
Somedays he was instructed to put himself in some sort of elaborate bondage to wait for her and other mornings it was a list of chores she needed done. Mostly this was his time to relax and enjoy the morning but not a time to access his cock.
The great thing about retirement is free time. Garbage day, mail delivery, package delivery, and a trip to the grocery store, but today even groceries can be delivered. Bob and Carol rarely left the property, this suited them both perfectly. Every day she chose Carol could set Bob up in some sort of bondage then curl up with a book as long as she liked. Bob was happy as a pig in the slop and she could relax and pursue her interests.
She had developed a spreadsheet. This was designed to keep Bob in as much bondage as possible, as sexually frustrated as possible and as off-balance as possible. Bob knew nothing about her organized plan but she had factored in everything. She read and researched male sex drives, brain chemistry, diet, exercise, pheromone conditioning, mind control, hypnosis, sensory deprivation, pain, isolation, and every other subject that would apply to Bob.
Bob had become her retirement hobby and he was willing to take that train where ever it led. Bob wasn’t going to be that old guy in tennis shoes yelling at the kids to get off of his lawn. He would be mowing his lawn naked locked in chastity.
***
Carol had been planning this week for months. The kids had taken a vacation to visit to celebrate their parent’s birthdays. Bob and Carol were born in the same week. After two weeks with grandkids and celebration, their family finally packed their bags and flew back home.
Bob will have been locked in chastity for 100 days this coming Tuesday. Carol had not physically edged him, in fact she had gone out of her way to avoid any contact with his caged member. The bondage sessions were the same but oral sex, piss drinking and nights in soiled panty hoods ramped up. She had Bob taste her after her workouts. She ordered him to seal his mouth on her and drink in every drop of her piss at least once a day. The soiled panties were not only around his head at night but over his nose all through the day.
This was a long-term goal to condition Bob to her scents and flavors. Her sex was usually dried on his face and deep in his sinuses, the more pungent her scent the more of an effect it had on him. Her warm piss in his stomach would go throughout his digestive system then become part of his very own sweat. The constant scent of her soiled panties deep in his lungs gave Bob no escape from erotic sexual dreams about his frustrated state.
Bob would almost lose his mind every time he smelled her hair, feet, armpits or sex. After two weeks with the family, his insanity had subsided but the very first bondage session brought him right to the edge again and actually brought him to tears. Bob was desperate exactly where Carol wanted him. Her long-term goal was to break this stoic man, she seemed to be closing in on her goal.
Bob on the other hand was in a catch 22, if he broke down he feared she would look at him as a failure. On the other hand, he would be giving her what she wanted. Carol fortified his internal confusion by telling him not to disappoint her while doing everything in her power to make him fail. Would she be angry with me? Would she enjoy my brokenness? Would she think I was weak or strong? Bob’s focus drew back to the very moment he was in. This was the perfect subspace for a true submissive husband. The thinking was her implement of torment so not thinking was not obeying her so he chose to drink in her mental torture in the same way he would drink in the physical pain she delivered.
That night Bob slept in the sleep-sack with pussy juice on his face and in his nose, her fresh piss on his breath and the scent of her sweat-filled soiled panties deep in his lungs. She woke up before Bob, she had her coffee and bagel, then dressed in her garden clothes before she let Bob out of bondage. She took him to the bathroom then led him by a leash still ear plugged, blindfolded and wearing the soiled panty hood to a tree in the woods near the garden. She cuffed his hands overhead tied his ankles apart then removed his chastity device.
Bob’s cock became hard immediately. Carol worked in her garden until Bob assumed this was the extent of today’s session. He relaxed and let go, he started humping the air and struggling with the bondage. She waited until the right moment to open her garden tool box to remove the Tiger Balm. She had never played with this before but she knew it was not actually damaging but she knew it did hurt like hell.
She approached Bob and began to massage his cock with her glove-covered hand. Bob sprung to life welcoming her desperately wanted attention. He could not smell the menthol through the soiled panties but soon he started to feel something. She applied an ample coating to his cock and balls, his nipples and around his asshole. The shock ran through Bob’s body as the Tiger Balm heated up. Carol patted Bob on the ass and packed up to go back to the house.
On her way back to the house she began to hear Bob let out a questioning moan through the pillowcase. She looked back to see Bob begin to struggle with his bondage in earnest. She had tightened the leather cuffs an extra notch because she knew this would be a test of her bondage skills. By the time she got to the house Bob was in a full-blown panic, but what reassured her was her last glimpse of his throbbing cock still hard as a rock. She knew it would soon be limp but knowing Bob enjoyed the idea was enough to overcome any doubts she may have harbored.
Carol made fresh coffee and sat on the patio about 100 yards from Bob. She smiled as she heard this strong-grown man yelling his groans. No yells for help or mercy just yells of submissive pain. An hour later Carol returned for a fresh coat and then had another cup of coffee. After three coats and four hours of bondage struggle, Bob was slumped in submission. After a garden hose bath and enema, Carol led him to the garden pillory to spend a few hours winding down.
Back at the house Bob had a protein drink, went back into chastity, a padded leather bondage hood and straight jacket. Then he was escorted to the small cage in the basement for the night. Bob had been blindfolded for over 20 hours and would be 30 hours by morning.
The morning came and Bob was immediately escorted back to the tree for another Tiger Balm session. Carol was testing the depths of Bob’s submission to see if he would willingly surrender again to this severe experience. She knew he knew what was coming and got off on his knowing surrender to what was about to happen. This time she smeared his entire body with this evil cream, plus inserting her fingers an inch into his ass. She applied an extra coat on the head of his rock-hard cock which was another sign he was enjoying it or at least eroticizing the pain so he could handle it better. Bob didn’t wait long to scream and struggle in desperation. Carol felt absolutely no pity for his suffering which frightened her a little. This went on for two more sessions until she ran out of Tiger Balm.
Bob was completely spent so tomorrow’s day of rest and date night would bring some welcomed aftercare for them both. After a day so intense as this they both would have questions about where this could take them.
Carol was still searching for Bob’s limits and today she thinks she has found one…..well maybe. After another hose bath and clean out Bob returned to the garden pillory until dinner.
Back at the house, she removed the eye tape and earplugs it had been a full 48 hours of darkness. Carol looked in his eyes to see a new level of total surrender. Bob’s usual loving smile was always reassuring after a particularly long and intense session.
Bob was back in chastity and obviously suffering from the stress of this long session. After dinner Bob was secured in his sleep-sack for the evening, eyes taped, earplugs, pussy juice in his nose and on his face, piss on his breath and the scent of sweat and sex soaked soiled panties deep in his lungs. Carol patted Bob’s chest and said get some rest……
***
Bob and Carol lived in a part of the country that has four seasons, fall is both of their favorite time of year. The summer months of outdoor bondage were coming to a close. Bob had endured endless hours in the garden pillory and other outdoor situations. Fall meant they would be spending a few months indoors. One more long outdoor session was in order. Carol researched the Witches Cradle idea for months and today looked like as good of a day as ever.
Carol left Bob in his sleeping sack for a few extra hours so she could make preparations for todays event. She unhooded and released Bob then sent him off to the shower. Bob was a month away from his last release so his submission was strong.
After his shower he returned to kneel before Carol and drink some coffee and something Carol had prepared. They chatted then Carol pointed to the door. It was chilly but Bob would soon be packaged in something warm. She handed him a pair of earplugs tape for his eyes and a puffy leather hood with only a mouth hole. She had him lay face down on a padded board with a hole for his chastity device in case he needed to relieve himself plus it would keep him from finding any friction. The board was located in the middle of a large canvas tarp.
By now Bob had spent countless hours in very strict bondage so he could easily remain in a hogtie for many hours. Leather cuffs and straps held his body to the board. She covered him with an amazing full length mink coat her mother had left her. Furs are not PC anymore but it was perfect for covering a hogtied naked man on a blustery fall day.
She gathered the corners of the tarp together that already had hooks attached. All six corners snapped to a ring attached to a garage door spring and a ball bearing swivel then to an extra thick hemp rope threaded through a thick branch fork 45 feet up the tree. The rope was then tied to the back of their small farm tractor. Carol started the tractor and slowly hoisted Bob into the air.
Bob was only a few feet off of the ground. It was a very windy fall day with strong gusts from variable directions. The whole rig would move vertically, laterally, and easily spin in all directions because of the swivel. Carol was into herbal medicine so she had prepared some sort of concoction that Bob had had for breakfast. It wasn’t psychedelic or strong drug, it was to calm him down and help him to enter into a trance state.
The canvas had a hole where the hole in the padded board was, so Bob’s chastity device poked out. Carol attached a small chain to a bar of his device and hung a piece of flat hard plastic about a foot in diameter. It was light so it would catch the wind and twist around but not too heavy. The constant movement would stimulate Bob’s yearning cock and balls without mercy.
Today was Bob’s journey into subspace. A day of mild sexual teasing, darkness, silence, and motion. Liftoff was around 9 AM. Carol by now knew Bob’s limits so she knew he would be fairly comfortable for 10-12 hours. A battery-powered monitor would help Carol stay connected but this was Bob’s journey.
Carol walked by now and then listening to Bob moaning in bliss. The wind picked up and started bouncing and spinning the cradle in every direction. The hours passed and the sun went down and Bob was still in the time capsule.
Bob had lost track of time, the sense of up and down, the dull pain from the bondage position mixed with his state of bliss. He had lost his ability to think in any logical way, feel his body other than a constant unconscious edging from the wind chime on his cock cage. Bob was in such a trace that he was completely in that very moment.
Around 9 PM Carol lowered Bob undid the straps then led him back to the house. She laid out the fur coat in front of the fireplace and put Bob on the floor soaking in the warmth on his naked skin. She held him before dinner and held his hand while they ate. She didn’t bother to ask questions because she knew he couldn’t talk. Seeing Bob in such a state made her very happy.
They took a long shower together and had him fill his stomach with her warm piss. She had put an electric blanket inside his leather sleep-sack to warm it then put him to bed for the night. Yes, she put plugs in his ears, tape on his eyes, covered his face and filled his nose with her juices and covered his head with the pillowcase full of sweat and sex-filled soiled panties.
She whispered to herself tomorrow is another day my dear we have just begun……
“And another one, you are such a beautiful couple!” the photographer said as their faces smiled one last time at the camera. “I really like that pendant on your necklace, hon, is that a key?” he added. Like everyone else present, they had dressed up for her company’s Christmas Do and her low cut evening dress revealed the usually hidden treasure around her neck. Her left hand instinctively grabbed the pendant and her thumb caressed the jewelled head of the key.
“It is indeed, a special gift from my darling” she looked at her boy with a knowing smile and as their eyes met and his cock vainly twitched in his locked cage, he had to suppress a little moan. Instead, he squeezed her hand and let her drag him to the dance floor where the DJ had just put on a slow piece. She put her arm around his neck, her fingers casually brushed his metal collar sitting on his collarbone, discreetly hidden from view, and she asked: “How long has it been now?” her body was pressing into his as they slowly moved to the music. “49 days, Madame, since you locked me”.
As the evening wore on, more of her colleagues enquired about her unusual pendant and she would tell them that it was the key to “Pandora’s Box”, giggling about it with the girls and smiling seductively at the guys. How many knew or guessed, he didn’t know, but the sheer idea was enough to send him on an emotional roller coaster of embarrassment, pride, and arousal. Watching his lady dance with a number of men, laughing and enjoying herself, didn’t help either – or did it?
They arrived home well past midnight, intoxicated not from drink but from the innuendo that had carried them both through the evening: the exchanged glances when in conversation with others, the close dancing, her ‘accidentally’ dropped purse to make him crouch on the floor picking up the coins while admiring her half-exposed garter, culminating in her making him kiss her high heels in a deserted stairway. He had lost count of the number of times he would have had a massive erection if not for the chastity belt.
No, the night was not over yet.
After having helped her out of her coat and taken his off as well, he went to fetch drinks for both. His return found her lounging on a chaise, one heel dangling from her pretty foot. He placed the glasses on the side table, crossed his arms on his back and stood waiting for her to acknowledge him.
Heaven knew she liked to take her time. She looked him all over, her handsome guy, his strong masculine jaw, his broad shoulders and toned body – he looked stunning in his suit. She always loved when he dressed smartly. No one outside their circle of friends would ever know nor guess this man was submissive, and yet he was, hers to command.
She nodded, and he started taking his clothes off in learned order: the jacket first, then shoes and socks, he unbuckled his belt and pulled the shirt out, placing the cuff links on the table, and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. As he slid it over his shoulders, the stainless steel collar became fully visible and she smiled. Their eyes met as he unzipped his trousers and slowly dropped them, moving out of them in a swift movement. Again he stood, his legs slightly spread, his arms on his back and she drank in the sight of him. His toned upper body, the warm color of his skin contrasting with the metal of his collar, she could see little goosebumps forming despite the warm temperature in the room. Her eyes wandered lower, watching his flat stomach rise with every breath, then lower still and her smile broadened at the sight of her baby rose lace panties worn by her property. They barely hid the metal cage enclosing his cock, which was now fighting its prison for freedom. She placed one foot on top of the soft material and teasingly rubbed it over the panty and cage, causing him to draw in a sharp breath. “Did you enjoy your night out in slutty underwear?” she asked, while her toes found their way under the lace. A shiver went through him and he quietly replied “Yes, Madame, I have enjoyed being in public as your whore even though no one else knew”-“I think” he added and could not read the meaning of her smile. By then, her toes had managed to pull the lace panties down to his ankles, so his caged cock and trapped balls were fully visible.
“You may kneel. You know what to do!” he didn’t need more prompting. Immediately, he sank down, his legs spread wide, his back erect “Thank you, Madame. Please, may I clean your shoes for you?” she placed one high heeled foot in his palm and he started licking the sole with long strokes of his soft wet tongue, before softly kissing his way to the upper side of the shoe and along the sides to the heel. As his tongue ventured down the 5.5″ heel, she spread her legs a bit wider, allowing him to look up her dress. She placed her other foot comfortably on his chastity device and he moaned.
Slowly she withdrew the shoe he was kissing, so that he had to bend further forward, pushing his cage harder against her other foot until it hurt . “That’s right, put in some more effort” she teased and placed the tip of her heel on his lips. He willingly opened his mouth and slid the stiletto in as deep as he could. “Ever so willing to give a deep throat, aren’t you?” she asked as she removed her foot from his groin (relief!) only to then place it on his neck and push his head deeper onto the heel. “Since when do I have to repeat my questions?” she asked and moved her heel slowly back and forth in his mouth. He nodded in consent, mumbling an unintelligible answer. “I cannot understand you, you are not trying hard enough” she commented with mocked innocence in her voice, while her heel worked its way deeper into his mouth. It was hopeless, he couldn’t win in this situation, and the fact alone turned him on as always.
“Enough now” she commanded with a soft voice and he let go of her heel, straightening his shoulders, arms on his back and waited respectfully.
She stood up and walked over to the chest of drawers, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. Then she sat back down on the chaise, facing him, and bent down to him. Her fingernails softly stroked his jawbone, caressing his neck, fingertips barely touching his skin, sending shivers down his spine. “Tell me” she whispered, looking him in the eyes, and he replied equally quietly “I am proud to be yours, Madame. Thank you for making me your property.” His heart was beating fast now, and so was hers. “I want to kiss you,” she said and he leaned in closer. “No! It’s not that easy!” Her hand firmly grabbed his jaw “open up!” he did as he was told. She produced the three-layer pinwheel and placed it onto his tongue, before closing his mouth again. About 1.5″ of the handle still protruded from his lips and she started lustfully licking it. He moaned, torn between the desire to kiss her and dread of taking the Wartenberg wheel deeper. His imprisoned cock throbbed madly with frustration and lust, leaking precum. Her left hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, causing the wheel to move inside his mouth, her right hand’s fingernails clawing at his skin, pinching his nipples. When she released her grip on his hair and started licking the wheel’s handle again, he swallowed hard to move it deeper into his mouth, the pins scratching his gums and tongue. The reward however was instant, the tip of her tongue tracing the contours of his lips, moistening them before the softest lips in the world embraced his mouth in a voluptuous kiss. Yes, the pain was worth it and he would choose it any time. Their eyes closed as they let the moment carry them away, shutting out his pain and discomfort. When she finally stopped, they were both breathing hard and the scents of their arousal filled the room.
She brushed his precum off the metal cage. “Pucker up” she said, a mischievous smile in her eyes. He did as he was told and pursed his lips for her to smear his juices on. “Oh look at you, gorgeous. What a pretty lip gloss my little cum slut is wearing tonight. Do you like the taste?” He closed his eyes for a moment before replying “Yes, Madame”. She cocked her head and looked at him like butter wouldn’t melt before asking “‘Yes Madame’ what?”. He swallowed and repeated “Yes Madame, your desperate cum slut loves the taste of spunk” – he blushed and again his cock rebelled against its confinement.
“Good” she grinned “there is a lot more on the floor, clean the mess up!” her finger pointed at the puddle of precum that had formed beneath his crotch. “As you wish, Madame” he bent over, his back arched as she had taught him, so his butt cheeks would spread nicely, and started licking his juice from the wooden floor.
When he looked up next, he saw her leaning against the wall, wearing her strap-on dildo and beckoning him …
“You are not done yet”
she said, casually leaning on the sideboard. His eyes flickered from her to the spot on the floor he just had been meticulously cleaning with his tongue. There was no trace of his precum anymore!
His face puzzled he enquired “Madame, I don’t understand?”
She sighed and straightened, striding over to him. He kept his position on all fours, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, high heels and nylon garters, glance wandering higher to where her thighs met. Instead of silk panties or her wonderfully smooth skin, however, all he could see was a grotesquely big black dildo protruding from her strap-on leather harness. It bounced a bit as she moved and his stomach clenched in anticipation.
“Let me explain,” she said in a mock exasperated voice. “It would appear that my ever so greedy cum licking whore got so turned on by the task of cleaning up his mess that he actually produced a new puddle” – she pointed at the wet spot. A thin thread of crystal clear precum dangled guiltily from his chastity cage as he moved to look at the place between his legs that she had indicated.
He hung his head and murmured “Yes, Madame. I am sorry.”
She crouched down next to him, caressing his face and lifting up his chin with her fingers until he looked at her.
“You are hopeless, aren’t you? So desperate to get rid of your juices.” she whispered in his ear, her soft lips touching his ear lobe and sending shivers down his back.
He leaned his forehead on her shoulders when her fingernails dug into his nipples, grinding his teeth “I know, Madame. Thank you for putting up with me.”
“Be a good boy, sit up!”
his hands left the floor and he straightened his back. She copied his position, kneeling opposite him, their spread knees touching slightly, a mocking smile on her face. Her right hand pulled the cleavage of her dress even lower, exposing more of her breasts. He moaned and again his cock cage twitched.
She smirked “Is my little slut horny?” her hands wandered lower, under the harness of her strap-on, out of sight. More twitching of his cage, his imprisoned cock was fighting its boundaries and oozing more precum.
“I am, Madame. Please, it has been so long.”
She laughed, the sound ringing in his ears. “I can see that it is about time.” she withdrew her hand and moisture glistened on her fingers in the candlelight. She wiped her middle finger under his nose and he instinctively opened his mouth, but she had already removed her hand and was sucking on her index finger, eyes half-closed. That sight plus her smell right in his nose were enough to set him on fire on a normal day but now, after seven weeks in chastity and the constant tease and denial, he was reduced to a whimpering, precum dripping object of her desires. His hips moved, futilely grinding air in desperation.
And then she actually seemed to give in. “How about a little jerk?”
“That would be very generous of you, Madame.” He smiled hopefully, his heart beating faster.
She nodded “you may” .. “well, get started!” she added as he hesitated.
“But … Madame?” he looked at his metal cage.
Again, she cocked her head to look at him.
“But Madame what? The next time you fail to communicate in full sentences I shall add a week to your chastity time.”
He gulped. “I understand, Madame. I was under the impression you were going to release me from my cage.”
She raised one eyebrow, upon which he added “But I must have misunderstood. Would you like me to jerk in my device, Madame?” he felt stupid.
“Aww, of course not! That would not work, would it?” her voice was a mixture of innocence and mockery, but her fingers caressed his face with genuine tenderness and he huddled his cheek against her hand, feeling relieved.
“I want you to jerk … MY cock!” she whispered, triumph blazing in her eyes.
He bit his lip in frustration, a moment’s hesitation that he paid for with a slap in the face. Their eyes met and he drew a deep breath – he knew that predator look on her face.
“Again please, Madame!” the sound of her hand slapping his cheek again rang in his ears. His hand darted forward and grabbed her big black rubber cock by the shaft, moving his wrist back and forth. By then she had entwined her fingers in his hair, pulled his head to the side and sunk her teeth deep into his neck. As her jaws closed around his flesh and she thrust her hips rhythmically into his hand, she started to moan softly.
“That’s good, give this big cock a good wanking” she encouraged him and so he did, pretending it was his own, though that one would never be nine inches long, let alone nearly two inches in diameter. She was still thrusting it and out of his grip, the tip repeatedly poking into his flat stomach, when she placed her right hand on his left and slid it towards his own cock, that was now close to bursting in its cage. “Jerk us both, slut” he immediately started to pull away at the metal device, desperate to feel something, anything.
“Your slut, Madame” he moaned and her hand closed over his imprisoned cock, skin bulging out between the confining metal bars. She pressed the palm of her other hand firmly over his throat, choking him, her lips closing over his in a passionate kiss.
After a while she asked him to put his hands on his back and took over where he had stopped. Her right hand closed around the thick shaft of her strap-on, her fingers not even barely touching, while the left hand easily encompassed his hard metal and soft pulsating skin. She slowly started to jerk, sliding along the shaft of her black rubber cock, while the stroke of his tiny chastity device came to an early ending.
She tried again, starting at the very base of both cocks, moving her hands at equal speed. Her right hand had not even made half the length of the toy, when her left hand hit air and went limp.
“Oh no, jerking three inches is so pointless.” She removed her hand from his cage and went on jerking her dildo with both hands, delight on her face.
“Mmhh.. so much better, so much bigger”. Frustration rose inside him, he so much wanted her to touch him instead. “Remember when I used to do this to your cock, before I locked it away?” She was such a tease.
His lower lip trembled. “Yes Madame, I remember….. I remember it every day.”
“I would fancy a blow job” she stated, wiping his precum leakage from the cage and off the floor and smearing it on the tip of her strap-on, getting up and sitting down on the edge of the armchair, her legs spread wide enough for him to not only fit comfortably in the gap but also to see wet shiny skin underneath the leather harness.
He crawled over on all fours, looking up to her
“Madame, do you want me to give you a blowjob now?” he knew immediately that this wasn’t good enough. “Please, Madame, do you want me to lick your strap-on?” would he have to admit quite how desperate he was for her to abuse him with this grotesquely huge toy? He craned his neck to reach it.
“You’re not very convincing” she commented, she knew him only too well by now. “Just say it, let me hear what you crave”.
He took a deep breath, looking up to her, the rubber cock’s tip shining with his own juices nearly touching his lips.
“Please, let me suck your huge dick. Please, fuck me with it, my throat, my ass, my holes are yours to use”. There, he had said it.
“Are you saying you are desperate to suck dick and taste cum? Just like a dirty whore?” she inquired.
“Yes Madame, please treat me like the filthy slut I am”.
“How could I ever deny you, my pretty boy. Go on then, suck me good!”
His tongue set to work, circling the dildo’s tip, licking his own precum off, before placing his lips all around it and slowly sliding the big cock inside his mouth.
When she first had mentioned how she would like to watch him suck off a cock, it had been a hard limit for him and she had respected it. However, the more she teased him, made him desperate enough to jerk and cum from videos, pictures and stories of guy-on-guy action and the more he saw the enjoyment she got from it, the more this limit vanished. He had caught himself lost in thought of sucking dick for her, being deep throated and having to drink cum more than once. She was not pushing it, but she knew he would soon be ready and desperate enough to beg for it.
As his mouth worked the rubber cock deeper and deeper, she grabbed his hair with one hand and placed the other in the back of his neck, pulling him closer and making him gag hard in the process. The strap-on now pumped his throat rhythmically, making his eyes water and his saliva dribble from his chin.
By the time she finally slowed down again, he was desperately grinding air, wriggling his ass and swinging his cock cage around, oblivious to what was going on around him.
“You are such a horny fluffer slut, aren’t you just?” – the sound of her words got him back to the there and then and he nodded eagerly, his throat clenching around the cock.
She slowly withdrew the dildo, now all over covered in his drool, glistening, from his mouth and leaned back, her legs still spread. The strap-on was slightly dangling to one side and it was very obvious for eyes and nose how much she had enjoyed this situation. How much would he love to plunge into the moist of her groin, cover his face in her wetness and drink her juice! His locked-away cock twitched again.
“Get me your sissy panties” Obediently he passed her the baby rose lace panties he had worn earlier and she used them to wipe all her juices away, before passing the panty back to him:
“Clean your mess off the cage and the floor!”
“Thank you, Madame” he first wiped his precum threads on with the gusset, moaning as he imagined her juices to touch his skin and mix with his, then he cleaned the small puddle on the floor with so far dry fabric and placed the panty back in her waiting palm.
“Get me your sissy panties” Obediently he passed her the baby rose lace panties he had worn earlier and she used them to wipe all her juices away, before passing the panty back to him:
“Clean your mess off the cage and the floor!”
“Thank you, Madame” he first wiped his precum threads on with the gusset, moaning as he imagined her juices to touch his skin and mix with his, then he cleaned the small puddle on the floor with so far dry fabric and placed the panty back in her waiting palm.
She turned the panty inside out and strapped it over one of the scatter cushions that she then placed on the arm rest. While he remained in a kneeling position, waiting clueless as to what was about to happen next, she got up and retrieved something from the chest of drawers. When she came back, she fastened the padded leather cuffs around his wrists, made him get up and bend over with his chin resting on the panty cushion.
She then took his wrists and locked the cuffs together behind his legs.
“You know what comes next, don’t you?” she asked quietly.
He had been looking forward to this all night. “Yes, Madame, you’re going to fuck your whore.” …
The last thing I remembered was I was attending my weekly hypnotherapy
session to quit smoking, and now I’m looking out the window of a train
and my wife is saying to me you better not panic or you’ll be in real
trouble, as I hear this I look down and to see my legs clad in nylons
with a skirt above my knees, then she says I know your secret now after
finding several crossdressing stories stored on your computer, So with
With the help of Lisa (my hypnotherapist and her friend), we started to program
you with subliminal messages and commands so you will act and do what you
are told. WE have been working on this for several months and it has
been working well, so with uttering a single keyword you can be put
into a trance or made to do whatever your told or dress however I
desire, like in the outfit you have on now. Just so you know we are on a
train to San Francisco, we have a hotel room waiting for us there where
we will spend a few days before returning to our home in Chicago, and
just to keep it safe and it interesting you have been programmed so that
you will act feminine but aware of your surroundings and actions however
you must be given the programmed word twice a day to keep the programmed
thoughts going or you’ll just end up reverting to yourself but as a guy
in a dress, not knowing how to act or what to do, and just plain looking
silly I’m going to put you back into a Trans now “*******” something
unintelligent was said to me.
Again I awake with my wife next to me but this time we are in a
compartment on the train. She says to me it is now 7 pm and the
programmed word and commands have been given to you your good until
tomorrow morning. I wanted to ask a question but can’t seem to get it
out. She looks into my eyes and says I know what you want to ask honey
but just enjoy your adventure since you wrote it!
I go into the bathroom look in the mirror and see that my face is all
made up, my collar-length hair has been highlighted and styled in a very
feminine style and my fingernails appeared to have had fake nails
applied about ¾ of an inch past my fingertips and are painted a deep red
matching my toenails and the lipstick that’s on my lips. Looking back in
the mirror I see that I have two shades of pink eye shadow on my eyes,
mascara on my lashes and eyeliner on my eyelids, there is the foundation on
my face and blush on my cheeks.
I return to the compartment where I look myself over in a wall
mounted mirror to see that I have high heeled sandals on, nude stockings,
and I’m wearing an above the knee rounded neck white dress with pink
flowers on it. I reach around behind me unzip the dress and step out of
it to see that the stockings I’m wearing are pantyhose with white lace hi
cut panties under them and a matching bra which contains prosthetic
breasts that appear to be attached to my chest, I remove my shoes and
pantyhose and hang the dress up, go to a pink suitcase open it and pull
out a pink frilly nightdress and put it on, it reaches just below my
crotch, I return to the bathroom and start to wash my makeup off using
some creams and soaps I find in a makeup bag in the bathroom. I have no
though about doing this I just seem to do it like I have been doing it
all my life, as my wife, watches in amusement.
After leaving the bathroom I return to the main part of the compartment,
where I do a little exploring I find that the suitcase contains nothing
but feminine articles of clothing nothing even close to male clothing in
it, skirts, dresses, blouses, several items of lingerie including,
panties, bras, girdles, and several pairs of pantyhose and stockings in
different colors and shades. After looking through it I figure these are
apparently going to be my things for the next few days I got into bed and
went to sleep.
I awake the next morning and after a bout of panic, I calm down and try to
reassess what’s happened to me the day before as I wandered around my
compartment dressed in a nightdress with a bra and panties on! Suddenly
the door opens and my wife enters the compartment says good morning and
asked me how my night was, I replied how you think! And where are my
clothes? She said in your bag, of course, I said no my male clothes?
Suddenly she said something and I seemed to freeze unable to move or
speak. My wife then said” listen closely this is your warning you will
obey me or you’ll be in some real trouble” you will continue this
adventure with or without my help and it will be a lot easier with my
assistance versus without! Do you understand and just to make sure I’ve
deiced that you will wear something uncomfortable for your trip from the
train to our hotel” she then says something un-understandable to me. I
turn and walk to the bathroom like a robot where I wash up shave brush my
hair and start making up my face, foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, blush, and bright red lipstick. With my wife watching, (I’m amazed considering
I’ve never used makeup before! or not that I know of) after finishing I
walk back into the compartment where my wife has put out some clothes for
me to wear, a pair of cotton panties, a high waist open bottom girdle,
some hold-up stockings a long line bra, followed by a white lacy ruffled
blouse and below the knee-length skirt. I begin removing my nightdress
panties and bra and then without even thinking I put on the new panties
and longline bra, pull the girdle up, and zip it up the side making it
really tight on me, I sit down with some difficultly because of the girdle
and put on the stocking s rolling them up and attaching them to the six
garters on the girdle, put on the blouse, a pair of open-toed pumps then
I step into the skirt and pull it up and zip it up the back. While doing
this I see my wife put on a tee-shirt Jeans and sneakers.
A few minutes later I hear an announcement that the train is coming into
San Francisco, we pick up our suitcases, purses and makeup kits and we
leave the compartment. My wife starts walking to the exit (the whole way
I keep yelling in my head to stop! but I keep going) I notice that as I
walk the girdle keeps my thighs together causing me to swing my hips when
I walk, the skirt is really narrow and restricts my legs causing me to
take short steps. Once at the exit I have to be helped off the train by a
porter because of the restriction of the skirt, he smiles at me and tells
me “have a nice day mum “and hops back onto the train and it pulls away.
We set off walking to the hotel, me wiggling along with short steps
trying to keep up with my wife thanks to the girdle and restrictive
skirt; I also feel the pull of the garter on the stocking with every step
of my high heeled feet.
After what seems like a lifetime I wiggled into the hotel and up to the
front desk with my wife where a young girl who watched us walk-in
asks”can I help you, ladies?” My wife tells her we have a reservation and
after looking it up she is handed a key, a bellhop grabs our bags and were
off to our room me falling behind wiggling and swaying all the way
trying to keep up!
Once in the room, my wife turns to me and says having fun yet? I go to say
no but my mouth says “yes “and she says good because now the real fun
starts we are going shopping, “let’s go” and the next thing I know I’m
walking out the door behind her!
We spent the day wandering the streets of the town walking everywhere, or
at least my wife was walking I on the other hand just seemed to wiggled
along, with the feeling that every set of eyes in town were watching me!
We finally returned to our hotel for a quick dinner, renewal of the
control word then back to our room.
Once back in our room my wife said something unintelligible to me and I
began to undress removing my shoes, blouse, skirt, longline bra,
stockings and thank god for the girdle, I slipped on a nightdress and walked
into the bathroom and once again take the creams and soaps out of a
makeup kit and began washing my face. After that, I return to the main
the room, where I was asked, do you understand who’s in charge here or would
another day in a hobble skirt and girdle be necessary, I quickly said
“no” and went to bed.
The next morning I awake to my wife putting on her shorts and a
comfortable top and pair of sandals, she again says something
unintelligible to me; I popped up out of bed walk to the bathroom shave,
shower and sit down and started Appling makeup again! (I felt like I was
just an observer watching myself do this!) I fixed my hair then returned
to the bedroom where my clothes were laid out for me, this time it was a
pink floral, bra, satiny high cut matching panties, white pantyhose, pink
strappy high-heeled sandals and a pink floral sundress. I find myself
putting my arms through the straps of the bra pulling it on adjusting the
cups around my breast forms them fastening it behind my back, next I pull
the panties on then sit down, roll the pantyhose on one foot at a time,
rolling them carefully up my legs and adjust the panty portion around my
waist, I put the high heeled sandals on my feet and fasten the straps
around my ankles; last I pull the sundress over my head and adjust it.
(What have I done?)My wife hands me a purse and we walk out the door. As
I walk I realize how light the dress feels and how the billowy above the
knee skirt catches the breeze with every step I take, we go to breakfast
where I’m given fruit, tea, and juice while my wife eats eggs bacon and
coffee.
After breakfast, we’re off again this time to art galleries some small
stores and a street fare, all I can think about is making sure the next
breeze doesn’t lift my skirt up. So far no one has seemed to read me but
that’s all that goes through my mind as I walk down the street with my
skirt billowing in the breeze.
We return to the hotel for diner and while walking back to the room my
wife says something unintelligent to me and I suddenly stubble in the
heels and have a hard time walking in them, I also feel the satin panties
caressing my behind, the weight of the breast forms on my chest and the
silky feeling of the pantyhose on my legs, when we reach the room I ask
what did you say to me? She laughs and says I just wanted to remind you
of my of the power of my commands and your programming, I just turned off
your feminine programming letting you be a guy in a dress so you could
see what could happen to you if you give me any problems, then she
giggles, I rush into the room hoping no one saw me and feeling totally
silly dressed as I was, I hear my wife say something unintelligent
again, and I feel confident and at ease with myself and my manner of dress.
My daily programmed word is then given, and my wife looks at me smiles
and says well the programming is still working! I then go through my new
the nightly routine of makeup removal and getting ready for bed.
The next morning begins once again begins with an unintelligent word and
I’m up and off to do my new morning routine of shaving, showering doing
my hair and putting on makeup. After that, I return to find my clothes for
the day, this time it’s sheer baby blue panties and bra with satin
panels and lace trim, black pantyhose, and above the knee denim dress and
a pink scarf, I step into the panties put on the bra adjusting the cups
over my breasts forms then I sit down and pull the pantyhose up my legs,
put a pair of high heeled sandals on my feet, stand up, and put the denim
dress on and button it up the front, then tie the scarf around my neck.
My wife looks at me and says perfect let’s go and once again we’re off to
breakfast and then shopping and art galleries.
While shopping my wife takes me into a lingerie store and starts holding
up various lingerie items for me to see, panties, bras, stockings then
Teddies, as she is showing me a sheer yellow teddy with white lace trim a
the clerk comes over and asks if we need help, my wife answers right away
saying that she (pointing to me) loves this teddy but would like it in
pink, the clerk looks at me and say a “c” cup? Which is quickly answered
by my wife yes a “40 C” the clerk walks away only to quickly returns with
the item and holds it up for me to see, I look at it and realize that
it’s so sheer you can see through most of it, My wife turns and says let
go and try it on she takes it from the clerk and hands it to me. Again I
feel compelled to put it on and walk to the changing rooms and go into a
small booth with my wife she has me take off my dress and bra and put the
teddy on over my panties and pantyhose, she adjusts the straps and then
points out the lace around the leg openings and across the butt saying
how cute it is when she explains how the crotch snaps open for the bathroom
use and other reasons, all’s I can think about is how sheer it is and
that you can see through most of the garment other than the bra cups, I am
told to take it off and redress. After stepping out of the changing room
the clerk approaches and asks “well?” and my wife says it fits her
perfectly, do you have it in any other colors? The clerk says it comes
in White with pink trim, pale blue with dark blue trim, black with red
lace trim and red with black lace trim. My wife says great she’ll take
the pink and white one and the red with black one, black with red and
she’ll need some stocking to go with those, whatever you think a
gentleman would like to see her in! The clerk takes us over to where the
stocking is and first shows us a pair of black stockings with which she
says have three silicon bands in them at the top behind the three-inch
red lace-trimmed top so they stay up without the need of a garter belt,
and they also have a seam up the back and should look really sexy with
the red and black teddy or black with red teddy. She next shows us a pair
of white stocking again with silicone bands to keep them up plus a lace
the pattern throughout the stocking, saying these would great with the pink
teddy, my wife says fine we’ll take them! After making the purchase we
walk out the store and my wife leans over and whispers to me you’ll look
so sexy in those! A chill runs down my spine!
We finally head back to the hotel for dinner and after giving me my
the programmed word I start my nightly routine before going to bed.
I awake to the day I thought would never come the day we’re to head home,
I once again am given my command word and off to the bathroom to do my
the new morning routine of shave, shower, fix my hair, and put on my makeup.
After coming out of the bathroom I’m met by my wife who says, “what
should we wear?” then she says “I know” and goes over to the bags from
the lingerie store pulls out the red and black teddy and the black
stockings and places them on the bed she go to the pink suitcase and
pulls out a pair of spike-heeled pumps and places them on the bed next to
the lingerie, I walk overstep into the teddy sit down take the stockings
and roll them on one at a time up my legs, only to be told by my wife to
“straighten your seems” after doing that I put the pumps on and stand up.
My wife says “now go look at yourself in the mirror” I walk over to the
mirror and see myself standing there in a practically see-through teddy
with my stockings stopping just below the black laced leg opening of the
Teddy, I’m told to turn around which I do and see the black lace ruffles
across the back of the teddy! (I’m trying not to look but can’t help
myself) my concentration is broken by my wife who says “you know that
looks so sexy on you maybe you should wear just that home and nothing
else” (in my head I am screaming “no” but nothing is coming out of my
mouth) she laughs and says “I guess maybe not we don’t want you
arrested” she then pulls a red blouse, black jacket, and skirt out of the
case and says put this on. After putting the skirt jacket and blouse on,
I’m told “now you’re all business on the outside and sexy on the inside”.
My wife puts on a pair of jeans some flats and a tee shirt and denim
jacket and we’re off for the train station. Walking to the train station
I keep thinking about the sheerness of the teddy and how it leaves
nothing to the imagination if my skirt blows up or if someone sees up my
the skirt I’m in big trouble, I am also very aware of the feel of stockings,
trying discreetly to keep them up and the seams straight, as well as
concentrating on walking in the spiked heels!
Finally, we’re on the train and on the way home, as we’re sitting in the
observation car watching the scenery go by my wife says something
unintelligible to me and I am suddenly fully aware of how I’m dressed and
scared about it. My wife says you have been released from your
programming for a little while so I can tell you something and let you
squirm a bit, I have known about your cross-dressing for a while and just
ignored it until I read all the crossdressing stories you have saved
and written. After reading them I spoke to Lisa and With her help and
subliminal programming you are going to experience them all because I
have had fun and you took to the programming so well. I think we’ll
continue this. I looked at her and said “All the stories?” and she said
“yes all” with a big grin on her face “in fact I think I’m going to enjoy
having a maid! So you just sit there while and think about it and your
future while I’ll go get some drinks. She stood up and walked away
leaving me sitting there contemplating my future and Hoping she would
give at least give me the programmed word again before we got off the
train.
The end or is it?
***
Thankfully before getting off the train my wife gave me the command word
to return my confidence and be able to leave the train and return home.
On my return home I was given command as I walked into the bedroom,
realizing how I was dressed I took of the jacket and blouse followed by
the shoes, I looked up and saw myself in our large full-length mirror
standing there in a red teddy with black lace ruffles and thigh-high
Black seamed stockings and fully made up! I wondered how it came to this
and reviewed the last few days in my mind, I had been programmed by my
wife and her friend the hypnotherapist! I couldn’t believe it! I was suddenly awakened by my wife who walked into the room gave me a bottle of
solvent smacked me on the ass and said here you go sexy for your boobs
and walked out. I took the teddy and stockings off then went to work
removing the breast forms.
The next week fell I back into a normal pace, my wife went to her job as
a nurse every day while I worked at home doing my job over the internet.
I work for a foreign company with its office out of the country so my
work was done via the internet and phone.
Over the next few days I had tried to talk to my wife about what had gone
on but she would just say “don’t worry about it sweetie everything is ok”
or “not now” and change the subject.
On Friday I tucked my still feminine hairstyle under a ball cap and went
to Lisa’s office for my usual hypnotherapy session, feeling very
uncomfortable with what Lisa now knew and had done to me but wanted to
confront her! I walked into the office opened my mouth to say something
and suddenly Lisa shouted something unintelligible and I froze, she
walked up to me looked me in the eye and said “forget it sweetie you’ll
always do what your wife and I tell you to do it without question thanks
to you post-hypnotic programs” she smiled and said “sit down girlfriend”
I did what I was told and my hypnotherapy session started. I later walked
out the office feeling refreshed and eager to get home to make dinner and
get ready for my wife’s return home.
Once home I peeled some potatoes got a roast ready set the table and then
went to get dressed for dinner. I walked into our bedroom went to the
the bathroom turned on the shower stepped in and started shaving from
my eyebrows down, After that, I got out of the shower walked over to the
vanity found the breast forms and some glue put them on them began to
make up my face (what was going on?) foundation, blush, pink eye shadow
mascara and eyeliner painted my nails and walked into the spare bedroom
where the pink teddy with the white trim, and white lace patterned thigh
high stockings we bought on our trip were laid out next to a pink satin
maids uniform with a white apron and petticoats. I found myself putting
the Teddy on , rolling the stocking up my legs, putting the petticoat
around my waist and then the maids dress on followed by a pair of pink 4
inch pumps, I brushed my hair and went back to the kitchen to check on
dinner set the table and make salads.
At five O’clock my wife walked in and I instinctively curtsied to her and
said “dinner would be ready soon mistress” (where did that come from?)
she kissed my cheek and said be a good maid and fetch me a glass of wine.
I again curtsied and went and got her a glass of wine and took it to her
in the bedroom where she was getting changed. She looked me over said “I
see you saw Lisa today! Good!” now let me inspect you shall we, I stood
still while she walked around looking at me, she suddenly lifted up my
skirt and looked underneath, then said don’t you just love the teddies
you bought? They’re so cute, especially with the lace ruffles! Now go get
diner served and let’s eats.
Once in the dining room I served my wife her dinner then went to sit down
only to be told oh no you’re the help and have to eat after me! Now stand
over there pointing to the corner, I stood there while she ate, and every
once in a while moved when she asked for something. After dinner, I ate
my diner in the kitchen then cleaned up, I was called out to the living
room where my wife was watching TV and told that I could sit at her feet
and massage them, which I promptly did.
While massaging my wife’s feet she told me that I had now been programmed
to be a maid on command and she had ordered me several maids’ uniforms in
different colors. She went on to say that she and Lisa were looking
through all my stories to see what other things I had read about that
they could do to me! (At this point a chill went down my spine as I
thought about some of the stories I had read and kept, would they really
do all those things I had read about?) We went to bed where I was given a
pale blue baby doll nightie. After taking off my maids uniform and
removing my makeup I put on the pale blue panties of the nightie then
the top which didn’t even come down to my rear and climbed into bed I was
given a kiss by my wife and an unintelligent word (command) and went to
sleep!
The next morning I awoke early showered shaved then sat down at the
makeup table and began to make my face up foundation, blush, eye shadow,
eyeliner and lipstick. I went to the third bedroom where I found a gray
maid’s uniform laid out with peach panties matching bra and gray
pantyhose.
I dressed in the uniform found a pair of 3-inch heels put them on and
went and made breakfast and served my wife in bed. She informed me I was
to clean the house while she was away at work. I vacuumed, washed the
floors, and dusted and did the laundry.
My wife called me and I was informed that we were dining at Lisa’s. On my
wife’s return home I was told to get ready and sent to the third bedroom
where my outfit for the evening was laid out. Upon entering I see my
outfit on the bed, so I remove my maid’s uniform clean up redo my makeup
and start to dress in my outfit a pair of bright peach satin and lace
panties with matching satin and lace bra, a satin garter belt and suntan
hold up stockings, this is followed by a peach with white lace trim
billowy party style dress, a pair of white high heeled sandals and to top
it off a white large-brimmed floppy hat. I put the outfit on and then
join my wife who was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans a blue tee-shirt and
sandals and out to our car we go, my wife opened the passenger door and I
get in smoothing my skirt underneath me then swinging my legs into the
car, the door is closed and we drove off.
On arrival at Lisa’s, I was hesitant to get out of the car but when my
wife opened the door and said let’s go I stepped and walked with my wife
to Lisa’s front door. After ringing the bell we are greeted by Lisa who
is also in shorts and a tee-shirt, Lisa invites us in and says to me you
look great! Peach suits you, all’s I can do is demurely say thank you and
walk-in.
We go out into Lisa’s yard where I end up making drinks and serving them
to the women. After serving the drinks I sit down with the women who
begin to inform me that over the last few months through hypnotism, they
have programmed me with certain key phrases that will make me act in
certain pre-programmed ways, for example, one phrase will have me wear
whatever clothes my wife puts out for me, like what I’m wearing now,
another phrase makes me feel comfortable and confidante with what I’m
wearing and act feminine, and yet another phrase can make freeze in my
tracks but be aware of everything being said to me! They went on to tell
me things that had programmed into me, like being able to put on makeup
and fix my hair, things I will say and do like when I was in the maid
uniform how I will curtsey and call women “Mistress”, As well as being
able to make me blank out until I’m woken like I was on the train! Lisa
suddenly says you know maybe we can even program him to be a little girl,
they both giggle then my wife says diapers and all? Lisa looked at me and
laughed again and said of course! After they regain their composure I
was sent off to the kitchen to make the salads, as I walked past Lisa she
flipped my skirt up and said wow! Garter belt and everything, “how sexy!”
The rest of the evening was pretty normal other than me wearing women’s
clothes that is, we ate dinner sat around had wine and talked until it
was time for my wife and I to leave. When we went to leave Lisa gave me a
big hug and a kiss then a pat on my butt and said good night sexy!
On our return home the usual nightly work is given and I’m going through
the nightly routine of makeup removal and putting on a nightie and
getting into bed.
Once again I awaken early shower shave, put on makeup, put on another
maids uniform this time in pale blue with pale blue panties and bra white
pantyhose and pale blue pumps, I again make breakfast and serve it to my
wife in bed and after she leaves for work clean up before going into my
office and sitting down at my computer to do what work I have to do for
the day the whole time still wearing the maid’s uniform. Shortly before
my wife returns I prepare a nice dinner for her and wait for her arrival.
Upon my wife’s arrival, I greet her at the door and told her “dinner is
ready mistress” she patted me on the cheek and said thank you, sweetie
went and washed up and returned to the dining room and ate.
After dinner, I was given a command and went and did my nightly routine
then returned to main room wearing a pair of tap pants and a camisole top
and cuddled next to her watching T.V. the rest of the night .
The following morning I once again get up early shower return to my room
apply makeup and put on my outfit for today a mid-calf narrow black
leather skirt red turtle neck top, black open bottom girdle, long line
bra and black hold up stockings and black leather knee high heeled
boots, I wrestle into the girdle roll the stockings up my legs and attach
then to the garter tabs on the girdle, then put on the black long line
bra, followed by the skirt, the top and then the boots before making
breakfast for my wife and serving it to her.
While eating breakfast my wife tells me that we need some groceries from
store and hands me a list, gets up and leaves for work.
I head out to the store to pick up the groceries on the list and as I
teeter in the heels on the boots down the lane to the store I feel the
tight sensation of the girdle and longline bra, the caressing of the
stocking on my legs, the pull on the garters of the stockings and the
restraint of the long narrow leather skirt forcing me to take shorter
steps, it seems to take forever for me to walk the three blocks to the
store.
After picking up my groceries I got in the line and waited for my turn to
pay for my items as I reached the cashier she suddenly looks at me and
say’s I know you don’t I? I just shake my head no and look down and start
playing with my items, she then says sorry it’s just you look like this
guy that used to come in here all the time but I haven’t seen him in a
while! I just smile pay for my items and leave hoping that the clerk
doesn’t put 2 and 2 together. I then teeter and wiggle my way home taking
small steps home.
Once home I receive a phone call from my giving a command that suddenly
makes me realize what I’m wearing and allows me to remove my makeup and
go and change out of the clothes I have on and put on my male clothes,
after that I did some of my work on the computer before once again
tucking my feminine hair style under a hat and heading to Lisa’s for my
regular Friday session.
Once at Lisa’s office I’m greeted by her with a big smile on her face and
she asks me how things are going I look at her and tell her “you damn
well know how things are going” and sit down, Lisa says hostility
doesn’t become me and starts my session, I wake up a short time later
feeling relax. Lisa tells me that we’re done and to have a nice day, as I
walk out the door she says see you at the Halloween party sweetie and my
blood runs cold! My whole trip home all I can think about is what going
to happen to me next? I return home, nothing, lounge around go on the
internet nothing and then my return home, we sit and talk for a few
minutes about our day ten I asked, What is Lisa talking about a Halloween
party? She tells me not to worry about it and then asks if I want a pizza
changing the subject and then we order the pizza. After dinner we have a
nice night and go to bed early, still no programmed words women’s
clothing or anything just a normal night and we even make love.
Saturday morning starts out fine and relaxing until I see my wife in the
spare room going through some boxes I walked in and asked her what she was
doing and she said checking our costumes for tonight. I asked what our
costumes were. And she just smiled and said you’ll find out later and
just smiled and laughed. A chill ran up my spine! She then pushed me out
of the room and locked the door. I spent the rest of the day doing things
around the house raking the leaves and cleaning the gutters.
Around 3 in the afternoon my wife called me in the house and told me it
was time to get ready for the costume party, I again asked what my
the costume would be and was greeted with a laugh and some unintelligible
phrase!
***
I heard my wife say something then I seemed to come out of a trance or a
sleep or whatever I was in, the last thing I remembered I was in our
guest bedroom trying to find out what she was going to dress me in for
Lisa's Halloween party and now I was sitting on what felt like a giant
pillow with something in my mouth and something tied under my chin, I
tried to get up but I was restrained looking down I saw a seatbelt across
my lap and between my legs keeping me seated. I now had on a pink dress
with a white lace trimmed pinafore on and I had the sensation of moving I
looked to my right just in time to see a mirror passing by my side and
looking in the mirror I see that I am dressed as a little girl and I'm in
an adult sized baby stroller being pushed by my wife dressed as a sexy
Nurse, White Dress with little red crosses on it white thigh hi
stockings, and little nurses hat, I now realize what she's done! Just as
it hits me I am wheeled into a large banquet room full of people dressed
in costumes and of course everybody stops to look as we enter the room,
all I can do is suck on the pacifier in my mouth and look around. I'm
wheeled up to where Lisa also dressed as a sexy nurse is with some other
people and we stop. Lisa bends down looks me in the eye and says "oh how
cute, what a little doll" and pinches my cheek. I reach up to stop her
and discover my hands are in fingerless mittens and are basically useless
, Lisa then says to me have a "fun time sweetie" and goes back to talking
to her friends and my wife while I just sit in the stroller.
Finally my wife leans in says something to me then unfastens the straps
holding me in the stroller and lets me up, as I get up I realize the
dress I have on is very short and has a satin and nylon net petticoat
under it pushing the skirt portion out and away from my legs and as I
stand I also realize that I have a giant cloth diaper on and from the
noise, plastic panties over that I look around only to hear my wife say
go mingle meet people honey if you want (I just want to hid) I
tentatively walk towards the door ( more like waddle with the thick
diaper between my legs) only to be stopped by a group of women who look
me over and 'say how cute!' One of them then lifts up the bottom of my
dress and says to her friends "oh look at lace covered plastic rumba
panties he has on over his diaper aren't they cute!" She then pats me on
the butt and say Auntie will change you if you need changing honey just
call me! I can feel my face burning red with embarrassment, the women
walk away laughing as I make it over to the area by the door and see the
mirror again and get a good look at myself, I have on a pink dress with
little animals on it with capped sleeves, a real short skirt a white lace
trimmed pinafore tied around my waist with a big bow in the back, under
the skirt is some kind of nylon net and satin petticoat that is holding
the skirt out away from me reveling the large bulky diaper that is
covered in a plastic rumba panty with tons of lace across the rear, on my
feet are a pair of pink lace trimmed socks and pink Mary Jane shoes, my
head is covered in a matching pink bonnet, in my mouth is a pink pacifier
and my face is made up with pink eye makeup and pink blush on my cheek.
I'm brought to reality by my wife who say pretty costume isn't it I got
it from one of your stories I just look at her as she took my hand and
brought me back to our table and sits me back down in the stroller and
straps me back in and says something to me, the whole time I just keep
sucking on the pacifier, until she pulls it out of my mouth and replaces
it with a bottle which I for some reason hungrily suck on, as a crowd
forms and women start taking turns feeding me the bottle.
It then announce that the costume parade is about to start and everyone
in the contest should line up my wife stuff's the pacifier back in my
mouth and wheels me over to the line and as the music starts she wheels
me around the room in the stroller for everyone to see then up and across
the stage as our names are announced with the other entries. I feel very
embarrassed but just can't seem to do anything but suck on the pacifier
and watch everyone look at me as I'm wheeled around again then over to a
table where Lisa and some other people are seated, my stroller is pushed
against the table and my wife sits down next to me and starts chatting to
everyone at the table as the waiters and waitresses start serving dinner.
I just sit there unable to say or do anything while everyone eats and
enjoys their meal except me, one of the women at the table say what about
him? Lisa's interrupts and says I'll take care of him with a big smile on
her face. Lisa leans over says something unintelligible to me ties a bib
around my neck, pulls the pacifier out of my mouth and begins to spoon
feed me my dinner from some jars that she pulled out of a diaper bag on
the stroller and I hungrily and happily eat it as she feeds me, someone
asks what's going on and my wife just says he's just staying in character
for the contest and they all laugh as I sit there with Lisa feeding me.
After the diner my wife whispers a command to me then lets me out of the
stroller, as the music and dancing begins, at one point I'm even dragged
out to the dance floor for a few dances. Finally as the night is coming
to an end and they start announcing the winners, third place goes to a
couple dressed as Frankenstein and the bride of Frankenstein, second
place went to a Playboy bunny and an elf and first place went to my wife
and me! I'm wheeled up on stage to loud applause and shouting! I hear one
woman yell out does baby need changing? I'll gladly do it! My wife
thanks her and says it okay she can handle it, we are given a plaque,
coupons for a spa weekend and a hotel stay!
Finally it's time to leave and I'm back in the stroller and rolled out
the hotel and into the busy street where everyone passing by looks and
laughs at me while my wife and Lisa try to hail a cab, finally after what
seemed like forever, we have a cab and are on the way home and hopefully
an end to this nightmare.
As I sit there between the two women sucking on the pacifier I can't
believe how I'm dressed and what has happened to me in the last month and
a half then it to add to it I suddenly feel myself going in my diaper can
this get any worse? Just then the cab pulls over to the curb and both
women pull me out, set the stroller up put me back in push me down the
street for several blocks passing people who looked laughed and pointed
at me as we went along, finally we reached our house where I was pushed
in and let out of the stroller I took a few steps around the house before
I was told to stand still while my wife undressed me she untied the
pinafore pulled off over my head unbuttoned my dress had me step out of
it, pulled my petticoats down and had me step out of it lastly she had me
lay down on a plastic sheet on the floor where she removed my shoes and
socks then pulled my plastic rumba panties off, as she did this she felt
the diaper and realized I had wet it she stands up and called for Lisa to
come though, as she stood there waiting for Lisa I looked up to get a
perfect view up her nurses costume, I can see up her costume, white lace
panties, thigh high stocking wow ! Lisa arrives and now I can see up her
costume also, thigh high fishnet stockings and no panties! Suddenly Lisa
looks down and say naughty baby! Looking up nurse's dress isn't nice!
Then my wife tells her, "he wet his diaper" the both laugh then knee down
unfasten my diaper remove it and wipe me down my wife then powders me,
puts a disposable diaper on me followed by a pair of pink plastic pants,
she then sits me up pulls a pink shirt over me lays me back down and
pulls the tail of the shirt under me and then snaps it to the front of
the shirt (I'm now in a onezie!) Lisa then says baby was bad and has to
go to bed now for being bad and looking up our dresses and will miss the
fun and pulls my wife to her and starts kissing her and groping her while
I just lay there sucking on a pacifier, they both look at me and start
laughing, then say "baby to bed" I get up walk to bed climb in and go to
sleep while listening to them laughing.
I wake up the next morning realizing I'm lying in the spare room in a
diaper, plastic pants with a onezie on, I get up walk through to the
master bedroom to find Lisa and my wife entwined in each other's arms my
wife looks up at me and say come on and join us I climb into bed and lay
between them, The women then start talking Baby talk to me and start
rubbing their hands all over me and my diaper, each then cuddle up to me
and go back to sleep.
A little while later I'm awoken and told to go make then some coffee and
serve it to them in bed, I head to the kitchen listening to my plastic
pants crinkle as I walk. I make the coffee serve it to them in bed then
I'm told "baby take a shower" and go to the bathroom take of the onezie
and then the disposable diaper, looking down I realize not only are my
legs and chest shaven but now my crotch is completely hairless! I take my
shower and after drying off I call my wife and ask her for some clothes,
she walks up says something I don't understand to me then hands me some
clothes and walks away, I take the clothes and start to put them on only
to realize that I just put on a pair of cotton panties, a pair of white
tights, a training bra, a white peter pan collared blouse and a red plaid
jumper dress and a pair of saddle shoes, I'm dressed as a catholic school
girl! My wife and Lisa come into the room; Lisa fixes my hair and then
steps back and looks and says perfect! My wife then tells me that this is
my costume for today while I answer the door and handing out the
Halloween candy.
I spend the rest of the day serving my wife and Lisa drinks and snacks
and answering the door and handing out candy to kids at the door, a
couple of the neighbors also come to the door with their kids look at me
laugh and leave.
The day finally ends, Lisa leaves and as we're about to go to bed my wife
says something to me a command and I suddenly feel silly in the school
girl's outfit, head to the master bedroom take of my uniform and finally
put on my own pajamas and climb into bed my wife joins me wearing a sexy
nightie and we have a night of passion!
The next morning as I wake up I wonder if it's over or are there more
programs to be fulfilled
The end or is it?
***
Well it's Monday morning and Halloween is over, I've woken up to an empty
house and in my own pajamas. After getting out of bed and making
breakfast I go to the bathroom and take a shower. After the shower I am
puzzled as I find no clothes out for me and I now seem to have a choice
of clothes for the first time in weeks but what to wear? Maybe my wife's
had her fun and has given up on her posthypnotic suggestions on me! I
grab a pair of my briefs some jeans, socks and a tee shirt and put them
on, however after a while they just don't feel right I don't know why?
Maybe it's my shave legs, or shaved body? but the clothes just don't feel
right, after a while I can't take it anymore and go looking for other
clothes to wear, finding a pair of lycra cotton mix panties, pantyhose
and a camisole I put them on and then put my jeans and tee shirt back on
and feel much better and return to my little office to complete my tasks
for the day, A little while later my wife walks into the house and after
hugging me asks me about my day I say it was fine (leaving out my choice
of underclothing) and hoping maybe she wouldn't notice. After dinner I go
into the bathroom and remove my clothes and put my pajama's and get into
bed, She never mentions anything about my clothes and climbs into bed, we
talk for a little while about the upcoming week and our anniversary on
Saturday and how we had planned to renew our vows, then we go to sleep.
The rest of the week seems mundane other than I believe without
programming I am still wearing lingerie, and trying to hide the fact from
my wife who seems preoccupied with her work and tying up loose ends
before our trip. Thursday for some reason seems lost to me I remembered
getting up talking with my wife over breakfast then she says something to
me and next thing I remember we're sitting eating dinner and my wife is
telling me that we're all set for our trip to Florida on Monday, as she's
talking she asks me are you listening you seem so out of it today! I
just say I seem to of lost a day. She just smiles and says that happens.
We clean up after dinner then get ready for bed, I once again put on my
regular pajamas without anything being said to me and go to bed and
sleep. Friday morning seems to go as usual except my wife is off of work
and getting ready for our trip, while I have an appointment to meet
someone reference my job, I put on my Dockers, a polo shirt and my
baseball hat to cover my still highlighted and long hair and head out, I
find it odd not wearing hose or any kind of lingerie but figure my wife
has had her fun with me and has tired of it and I'm not going to risk her
finding me in it.
Friday evening I arrive home to find my wife has made me a drink and a
nice dinner with a great wine then we retire to bed for the evening as
she tells me we have a long day tomorrow I can't figure why as we are
just renewing our vows then going out for a nice dinner then home to get
ready for our trip on Sunday.
Saturday morning I am woken by my wife who tells me that Lisa is her for
me and doesn't want to wait all day, I start to ask why when my wife say
something I don't understand and I find myself walking out behind Lisa to
her car, we get to Lisa's car where she opens the door and gives me a
big grin, I get in she shuts the door and then climbs into the driver's
side and we're off to where I don't know but I don't have good feeling.
A few minutes later we pull up to a beauty parlor and stop, Lisa grins
again and says "in you go" and I open the door and just walk right in,
with Lisa behind me. She immediately says he has an appointment to the
receptionist and takes me to a back booth where three women are waiting
for me. I step in, the curtain are closed and Lisa tells me to sit and
just after I sit down she says something I don't understand and I feel
myself go limp, one girl removes my shoes and socks then pulls my sweat
pants down and off while the other unzips and removes my sweatshirt top,
the chair is tilted back and I see one of the girls open a box and take
two flesh colored mounds out and after putting some type of liquid onto
then puts them onto my chest and holds then for a few minutes. The other
woman rubs my legs a few times then starts spreading some type of cream
onto them after a few minutest she wipes the cream and any hair off, once
she completes that she starts working on my toes, filing my nails then
polishing then a light pink color, the other woman releases her hands
from the flesh colored blobs on my chest to reveal two life like breast
forms, and if I had to guess I now have C cup breasts. An apron is then
tied around my limp form and then the woman starts washing my hair, after
that she start putting curlers into my hair, and then puts my head under
a hair dryer, while the third woman starts working on my finger nails
first putting some type of forms on them then applying some type jell,
she then takes some kind of heat gun and uses it on my nails until they
appear dry, removes the forms and files the nails into a perfect oval
shape about a half inch past my finger tips, after that she polishes the
nails the same pale pink to match my toe nails, After my nails are
finished the dryer is removed, the curlers are removed then my hair is
combed out and then sprayed with tons of hairspray. Last a cart is pulled
up and one of the women goes to work on my face, foundation, blush, three
shades of pink eye shadow, mascara, and finally a pale pink lipstick, I
have a bad feeling about this but I seem to be helpless to do anything.
My sweats are put back on me as well as my shoes and then Lisa gives me a
command and I am up and following her out the door to her car I can't
believe what just happened! As we're walking out to the car I feel the
breast forms bouncing and jiggling, suddenly Lisa looks at me and says
someone needs a bra huh? I just climb into the car and try to hide as
Lisa gets in the car and drives away.
A few minutes later we stop again this time in front of a bridle
boutique, this has just gone from bad to worse, but I seem just to be a
passenger in my own body as Lisa says to me come on walk in and I do.
Once inside we are met by what seems like an army of women, they steer me
into a small room and before I know it I'm naked and Lisa is telling me
that I will do whatever they tell me to do, and say "see you in a little
while" and walks out. The women then go to work, first a white satin and
lace boned corset is wrapped around my waist and breasts, its then laced
up and tightened, a woman wraps a tape measure around my waist and then
tells the woman behind me 'one more inch" and she start tightening the
corset more, at this point I feel like I'm going to be squeezed in half,
but luckily for me she stops and ties it off, I'm measured again and the
woman says "perfect". I'm then seated and a pair of white sheer shiny
stockings are pulled up my legs to my knees, I'm stood up them the
stocking are pulled the rest of the way up then attached to the six
garters hanging from the corset, this is followed by a pale pink bridle
garter that is pulled up my right leg to the top of my stocking, I am
then told to step into a pair of panties that are pulled up my legs to
just below the corset looking down I see a pair of silk and satin
panties covered with lace on the rear and around the leg openings. At
this point a photographer steps into the booth and starts taking
pictures. I am again seated and a pair of satin white high heeled pumps
with a strap across the top of my foot is put on my feet. After that I am
led over to what looks like a pile of fabric on the floor and told to
step into the middle of it, then the mass of fabric is pulled up to my
waist and attached to my corset, it feels like it weighs a ton looking
down it I see a mass of nylon net and taffeta covered in satin that seems
to go out several feet in all directions from my legs. Then a woman
appears with a wedding dress she carries it over to me and with the help
of two other woman it is lowered over my head and my arms are put though
the lace ¾ length lace sleeves, the dress is then adjusted over the
bridal slip and then the dozens of tiny buttons up the back are buttoned
up all the way to the lace neckline a train is attached to the back of
the dress, a veil is then put over my face and pinned into my hair and
I'm led over to a mirror in the showroom. Looking in the mirror I'm in
shock as I can't believe how I look! what I can see of the makeup though
the veil seems to be perfect, then looking down I see the dress is a
white satin with a lace top from the top of my breast forms where it
becomes lace to my neck and over my shoulders and down my arms, turning
around I see the back satin part scoops down to just above the corset but
is covered by lace going all the way to my neck and shoulders the dress
also has a giant bow just above my butt with a long train leading from
the bow to the ground, The train goes out about six feet behind me!
Walking in the dress in almost impossible between the four inch heels on
my feet and the weight of the slip and the train. Just then Lisa
reappears in a blue bridesmaids dress and say "perfect!" grabs my arm and
says let's go! With the help of the women in the shop I am led out to a
waiting limo and with difficulty put in the back, Lisa climbs in and
we're off.
We arrive a little while later at a small church where I am helped out of
the limo to the sound of a camera clicking and people standing outside
the church owing and awing! Lisa says up the stairs and in now dear and I
find myself moving as if I was a robot being controlled (I am) grabbing
my skirt had pulling it up to walk up the stairs and into the church.
Once in the church Lisa say hold this and hands me a bunch of flowers and
I take them in both hands and hold them in front of me. Lisa leaves me in
the foyer and walks down the aisle to the front of the church. I hear
the wedding march and suddenly I'm on the move slowly walking down the
aisle with the photographer taking pictures the whole way. As I walk down
the aisle I feel the corset holding me firmly the garters tugging on the
stockings and the silky smooth feeling of the stockings massaging my legs
and I can't help but to enjoy the feeling. Upon reaching the front of the
church I find my wife standing there in a tux and a minster standing
waiting for me. Upon reaching the alter, the minister starts the
ceremony, I can't believe it I'm being married again but this time I'm
the bride! I hear the minister say to my wife do you take this man to be
your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold in sickness and in health
till death do you part and my wife says "I do" he then asks me if I take
my wife to be my lawfully wedded husband to serve and obey to have and to
hold in sickness and health till death do you part? I suddenly catch
myself saying "I do!" He then asks for the ring a gold banded ring with a
large stone is then put onto my ring finger. The minister then pronounces
us husband and wife and says you may now kiss the bride and with that my
wife leans in and plants a big kiss on me, we then turn around and walk
out the church arm and arm or I should say she does I seem to struggle
with weight of the dress/slip and, train just try to keep up! We finally
reach the door where the photographer insists on more photos and we take
several pictures outside and around the church. After the photo shoot we
are able to climb into the limo, my wife that is, me with Lisa's
assistance getting the large dress and train into the car, once in the
car my wife or should I say husband says "baby speak freely", I feel my
head clear and I "ask what are you doing to me ?"And then I asked how did
you get this dress for me? she says helping you live all your fantasy's,
"you know the ones you wrote and saved on your laptop" and then she tells
me that she had picked the dress out weeks ago for me and that on
Thursday I had gone for a fitting so that it would right for today" "now
enjoy yourself my lovely bride and says "baby be my bride" and I go back
to how I felt before and not being able to ask questions.
The car stops and the door is opened only for me to see we are not at our
house but at one of the large hotels in town, I get out of the car with
Lisa's and my wife and am taken into a reception room where I see several
people seated at tables waiting for us. I can't believe it I am actually
having a wedding reception! We have the dinner then to my total
embarrassment we have to do the garter thing where I have to sit in a
chair while my wife reaches under my massive dress and pull the garter
off of my leg then throw it to the eligible men in the group. I then have
to throw the flowers to all the single women. Lastly I do the bridal
dance with my new husband and we are finally able leave.
Walking though the lobby in my dress I am again met with oohs and aahs by
people in the lobby as I struggle to walk in the dress and the giant slip
under the dress, walking past a mirror I see myself and it looks like I
don't have any feet and am just floating because of the size and length
of the dress!
We make it to honeymoon sweet where I'm led in by my now husband who then
grabs me tells me how beautiful I am and starts kissing me. Finally she
says I'll help you out of that and starts unbuttoning the dress for me
and I'm able to take it off followed by the giant heavy slip! I'm left
standing there in heels a corset, panties and stockings and my new
husband grabs me again and starts kissing me and telling me how sexy I
am, then she breaks her hold on me smacks my rear and tells me to change
for bed by putting on the gift she has left for me in the bathroom I
turn and walk into the bathroom and open a box there and pull out a white
teddy covered in lace trim and pink ribbons, after removing my corset
panties, shoes and stocking I step into the teddy pull it up fix the
cups over my breast forms and the spaghetti straps over my shoulders and
return to the main room where my new husband is now standing in a pair of
boxers and a tee shirt she then takes me to bed for our honeymoon night.
***
I've just woken up to someone knocking on the door, after hearing the
shower running and realizing that I'll have to answer the door I pull a
cotton bathrobe over my teddy and go and answer the door, Upon answering
the door one of the bellhops wishes me a good morning and pushes a cart
past me and into the room, he then uncovers the plates revealing a giant
breakfast on the cart walks to the door says congratulations Mrs. Johnston
on your marriage and leaves.( I find it odd that the bellhop referred to me
as Mrs. Johnson (My wife's maiden name) but don't dare correct him! Within
a few minute I am joined by wife Chris who has dressed in jeans, sweater
and winter boots and we have breakfast.
After breakfast Chris says something to me I guess a control word and I
find myself signing documents I can't even seem to read or understand,
before taking a shower, going through my morning routine of shaving, making
my face up, fixing my hair and putting on the clothes laid put out for me.
Today since it's the beginning of winter I have a pair control panties,
bra, gray sweated tights, a black and gray turtleneck belted sweated dress
and a pair knee high heeled boots on. After getting dressed Chris again
uses a control word stopping me dead in my tracks unable to move. Chris
then comes up to me gives me a big smile grabs my chin looks me in the eyes
and says to me we're going to have so much fun now! I've decided that from
now you're going to be the wife in this relationship and those papers you
signed were drawn up by our attorney. The first one is a name change form
you will no longer be Robert you'll be Roberta, Bobbi for short, and you'll
be using my last name not yours, the second paper is a permission slip for
a doctor friend of mine to give you some minor surgery and breast implants
as well as remove all your facial and body hair. "So no more glue on boobs
for you or shaving your face and body hair every day!" She then looks deep
in the eyes and says "thank you for all of this I never would have thought
of it without finding your computer on that day and reading all your
fantasy stories and that website you were reading!" "Oh and by the way I
gotten new job and a big pay raise so I sent an E mail to your work saying
that you were quitting effectively immediately, so you don't have to worry
about that anymore, you'll just have to worry about being the wife in our
relationship and keeping our house clean and yourself pretty and me happy!"
I just stood there taking it all in. I felt a tear roll down my check but
there seemed to be nothing I could say or do about it.
A command word was given and I was released and able to move again. We
grabbed our suit cases and purses and left, her in jeans, sweater and
winter jacket and me in my sweater dress, tights and a long pink winter
coat she give me.
Upon arriving at home we were met by my wife's friend Lisa my
hypnotherapist who takes me into the living room where she began another
hypnotherapy session and next thing I know I'm in what seems to be a
hospital with a sore chest, throat, lips and face. At first I had no
knowledge of what has happened to me, but then I remember what Chris told
me, but I can't believe that Chris has actually had surgery done to me! But
it looks like I am wrong.
I'm visited by both Lisa and my wife a little while after I wake up and am
informed by them with big smiles on their face that everything went well!
Including the other things that Lisa brought up while I was having my
surgery, they told me I should be out in a few days and wearing bras a few
weeks. My wife then tells me not to talk for a few days until my throat,
lips and chest heal some more and then leave.
Over the next few days I'm checked several times by a doctor and nurse who
change my bandages and check my new breasts and face each day until finally
Chris and Lisa return for my unveiling, The bandages are removed and I can
finally see what been done to me looking down at my chest I see two round
fleshy glop's on my chest, the doctor then explains to me that they are
still swollen and that I should wear a sports bra for the next week or two
until the swelling goes down more, I still can't believe that this has been
done to me but it has! I go to speak only to find my voice comes out in a
higher pitch, I clear my throat and try speaking again and again my voice
comes out higher than normal pitch! with that my wife pats my hand and say
that while I was under besides giving me breast implants she also had my
vocal cords shaved my facial and body hair removed and in a last minute
inspiration my lips filled out, I'm then given a mirror and looking in it
to see I now have a set of plump feminine lips! Chris smiles and says those
lips will really look nice when you put some lipstick on them! Once again
I'm given a command word and find myself getting up putting on the sports
bra sweatshirt, tights, a denim skirt and a pair of wedged boots and my
pink coat before being lead out of the clinic.
The ride home is in the wrong direction or seems to be. I'm taken to a tall
condo building downtown where it is explained to me that this is our new
home and that our house in the suburbs is being sold! Upon entering the
condo I find a beautifully decorated condo overlooking the lake, I’m shown
around the condo and finally the master bedroom, where I have my own
closet. Opening the closet I discover nothing but skirts dresses, blouses
and racks of high heeled shoes and boots. I’m then taken to a second
bedroom where upon entering I find an ultra feminine room done in pink with
a canopy bed with lace trim and stuffed animals everywhere, upon opening
the closet in this room Chris points out several Maids uniforms in
different colors, costumes and ultra feminine clothes, I look at my Chris
and see a big smile on her face, she then says I hope you’ll enjoy your
occasional play room Bobbie!
I spent the next week recuperating and learning the layout of our new place
and getting used to my new chest, face and voice.
After my recuperation time at home I’m taken to Victoria’s secret where I’m
fitted for bras, and end up purchasing over a dozen bras all different
kinds, styles and colors! My sports bra is tossed away and now I’m wearing
my first bra that isn’t holding breast forms, I’m dragged over to the
panties section where my wife starts tossing panties into a basket saying
that I’ll need dozen pairs of these to match my bras, then she tosses in
some garter belts stocking and pantyhose, Finally we make our purchases and
I walk out feeling the satin of the bra rubbing against the skin of my new
breasts and the electricity it’s sending though my body.
The next stop is a beauty salon where Chris informs them “Bobbie is going
for a new look! Hair, makeup, nails the works” the woman at the counter
looks at me smiles and says “great” I’m then lead back to a chair where my
hair is washed, dyed, and permed. While this is going on my fingernails
and toe nails are shaped and painted a light pink. Last she goes to work on
my face, plucking my eyebrows, putting foundation on my face then blush,
eye shadow, mascara and finally lipstick, as she doing my lips the woman
doing my make up compliments me on my lips saying you have such beautiful
lips and how she wishes she had lips like mine (if only she knew). After
she is done she turns me around to the mirror where I get my first look at
the new me, I have short curly reddish blonde hair, large lush red lips,
and an almost doe like look to my eyes which have been accented in shades
of pink! The woman then explains the look to me and how to recreate it. We
return to our new condo where I’m informed that we are going out for dinner
and dancing and I should get ready, a command word is giving and I find
myself taking of the clothes I had on all day, putting a pink push up bra
on, pink lace trimmed Garter belt, high cut pink control panties, white
lace stockings followed by a floor length pink satin dress with a slit up
the right side almost to my hip and pink strappy high heeled sandals. After
getting dressed me return to find my wife and Lisa dressed in very feminine
tuxedos. I seemed to be on auto pilot as I wrap a stole around my
shoulders, grab a small clutch purse and take my wife’s arm and am lead out
of the condo.
We arrived at a club I had never see before and were take in and right to a
table along the dance floor where we sat and had wine and dinner and
watched people dance, then Chris grabbed my hand pulled me out the chair
and onto the dance floor her taking the lead with her arm around my waist
and her other holding my hand. When she finished Lisa stepped in and took
over this went on most of the night.
Later on we are approached by a gentleman who taps my wife and says “may
I?” Chris says sure and steps to the side the man takes my hand puts his
other arm around my waist and starts to dance with me! Chris then leans in
says something to me and now I feel like myself again and horrified as I
find myself being held close by a stranger, a man yet! And being lead
around the dance floor by him. I managed to make it though the dance with
him, and after the music ends flee back to the table Chris and Lisa are
at, sit down and lean in and say to Chris how could you do that to me, they
just laugh and sip there wine and say enjoying your new status?
Finally we leave and head out to the car and all’s I can think about is how
with every step I step with my right leg I feel like I am exposing myself
to the world with the slit up the side of the dress!
Once we arrive home I’m able to get undressed and ready for bed. Going to
my dresser all’s I can find is in my new wardrobe to wear to bed are
teddies. Baby dolls and night dresses. I select a satin floor length
nightdress and a pair of matching panties and get dressed for bed; it’s an
odd feeling haven the satin of the nightdress rubbing against my body and
“my new boobs” this is the first time in couple of weeks I haven’t had to
wear a sports bra or any kind of bra, I feel my boobs jiggle as I walk and
the weight on my chest as I lay down to sleep looks like I’m not going to
be sleeping on my stomach anymore.
Chris comes to bed gives me some kind of a command to me and goes to sleep.
The next morning I awake, get up shower then automatically sit down and
apply make up to my face before putting on a comfortable bra panties along
with a pair of sweater tights and a sweater dress followed by a pair of
high heeled shoes, then go through to the kitchen and make breakfast for
Chris, taking her a cup of coffee while she gets ready for work.
After breakfast Chris gives me a kiss pats my rear and says have a great
day princess and walks out the door. I can’t believe this a few months ago
I was reading and writing stories for Fictionmania and now I’m living the
stories. And living the life of a wife! And thanks to Chris and her
hypnotherapist friend I don’t think I can turn back or even want too!
My first recollection was the sound of voices. Distant voices that I didn’t
recognize.
“Doctor he is coming around”
I could hear a lot of commotion and voices. They kept calling out to me.
“Frank, can you hear me? I am your nurse. You are at the hospital. Can you
open your eyes?”
All these questions were starting to annoy me, as I became more conscious of
my surroundings. My head was starting to clear and I began to realize that I
wan not on my own “turf”. I tried to move my hands to pull of some of the
junk attached to my body and only found that they wouldn’t move far.
“It’s OK Frank, your hands are tied to keep you from pulling out the IV and
monitors. Just relax and let yourself wakeup all the way. We are here to
help. You are going to be OK. The doctors are on the way and they will answer
your questions.”
I relaxed and quit trying to move my arms. I tried to open my eyes, but the
bright lights make me slam them shut again. I started blinking and as my eyes
adjusted, I began to see half a dozen strange faces looking down at me. I
knew that this could not be good. I was in a hospital and they said that the
doctors would answer my questions. I wanted to know a thousand things, but I
could not move my lips to speak. I was so dry that my lips were stuck and my
tongue was glued in place. I felt them pull something out of my mouth and I
could move my tongue again. By now my eyes were stating to focus on the
faces. It looked like several nurses and a couple of doctors.
“Where am I?” Was the first question I asked?
“I am Doctor Walker and you are in the Springfield Medical Center. You have
been through a lot and you are under sedation. You have been under heavy
sedation and this is the first time we have tried to bring you around. You
have healed a great deal and it is time for you to join the real world
again.”
“Healed? From what? Was I in a car wreck or something?”
“Frank, you were not in a car wreck, but you have been through a very serious
trauma. We will try to explain everything that happened to you, but it will
take a little while.”
Doctor Walker’s face was starting to come into focus. I could see that she
was gorgeous. She had a face as pretty as a model’s and her strawberry-blonde
hair softly framed her face. I was feeling sexual tension, but I felt
immediate pain in my groin and chest. That killed my excitement right away.
“Where is my wife?”
“She is on her way to the hospital. We called her when you began to wake up
and she will be here soon.”
Everybody was scurrying around and checking the equipment. I was starting to
feel a good deal of pain throughout my body, as I became more aware of my
situation.
“Why do I hurt all over?”
“Frank, you have gone through a very radical surgery and it has impacted your
entire body.”
“Why did I have a surgery, you said I wasn’t in a car wreck? Did I have an
accident?”
“No Frank, you didn’t have an accident. You were abducted and the people who
took you performed surgery on your body. The have made many changes to your
body and these changes are causing your pain. You have not healed completely
and will need several week to complete the healing process.”
“What are you talking about? Who abducted me? What changes?”
“Frank, you need to calm down. Your heart is starting to race and we will
have to increase your sedation if you don’t slow down.”
I made myself slow down my breathing and tried to relax. I thought about my
wife, family and friends and just waited a few moments.
“That’s better Frank. Try to keep calm and I will tell you a bit about what
we know.”
Doctor Walker explained that unidentified people had dropped me in the
hospital emergency room. They had pushed me into the hospital during a crazy
time and by the time someone had a moment to see why I was brought in, they
were gone. There was an envelope in my wheelchair that gave instructions on
my care and a brief explanation of the procedures that had been performed on
me.
The envelope said that a secret group called “Modern Amazon Feminist Society”
had abducted me and performed radical surgeries on me. The letter said that
the reasons for my abduction would be made clear in the next several weeks
and that while I recovered, the hospital was to follow the surgery care
instructions carefully.
My head was starting to spin. I was in a great deal of pain and none of this
made any sense to me. Who is this “Modern Amazon Feminist Society” and why
would they want to abduct me. We weren’t rich and I thought the point of
abduction was to get money from rich people.
I wish I hadn’t asked.
My wife came in to the room and by the look on her face, I knew I was in
trouble.
“What’s wrong Shannon?”
“I’m sorry Frank, it upsets me to see you like this!” “I can’t believe what
they did to you!”
Shannon started crying and had to be comforted by somebody on the medical
staff. Dr Walker took charge of the situation and began talking in that
professional voice all surgeons seem to have.
“Shannon, Frank will be OK soon and once he adjusts to the changes in his
body, he will regain a largely normal life.”
“What changes in my body?”
“I will start at the beginning, but Shannon will have to sit down and you
both need to try and remain calm.” “If Frank becomes upset and his heart rate
peaks up again, we will have to sedate him and start over tomorrow on the
explanation.”
Dr. Walker started talking again and explained what she knew at that time.
The gender terrorist group Modern Amazon Feminist Society, also know as MAFS
had abducted me. The reason for my selection by the MAFS was not clear at
that time, but a communication package was promised for a future delivery
that would give that detail.
My body had been modified for 2 reasons. I had done something in the past
that was very offensive to my abductors and the second reason they claimed
was that my modifications were a demonstration of the groups ability to
“improve” a man. I was not the first man to be abducted for improvement by
the MAF group, nor would I be the last.
“Please let me talk without questions and then I will try to answer some of
your questions tonight and tomorrow I will continue after you have rested and
had a chance to get used to the information I have given you so far.”
A Thoroughly Changed Man
Dr. Walker began her explanation. The things she told me shook me to my very
core.
“The MAFS group abducted you for some undisclosed reason and performed major
surgery on you.”
“The modifications as we understand them are the following.”
“Most of your stomach muscles have been removed and the ones remaining are
very week and will not be capable of holding your internal organs in place.”
“Two of your ribs on each side have been removed which will further change
the way your body looks and functions.”
“Your abdominal organs have been modified to reduce them in size and now they
take up much less space than before the surgery and you will have to eat very
small meals the rest of your life.”
“Because of the stomach muscle removal, organ modifications and rib removal,
you will now have to wear a corset to keep everything in proper place and to
be able to stand without internal pain. This is a permanent condition, you
will need a very severe corset to function.”
“Your body hair has been permanently removed and you have no hair except on
the top of you head, thin eyebrows and eyelashes. Your body is hairless and
all hair follicles have been destroyed, except in the places I mentioned.”
“Your Achilles tendons has been shortened, which will require you to walk in
shoes that have high-heals.”
“Your lips have been modified to be much fuller and according to the MAFS
documents, your nerve endings in your lips have been modified to be extremely
sensitive. Your face has had some cosmetic surgery, your features have been
modified to look more feminine and your Adam’s apple has been reduced in
size.”
“Your breasts have also been modified to be larger. You are currently a “B”
cup and will continue to grow to between a “C” cup and a “D” cup based on
your family tendency in breast size. This was part of the information
provided in the MAFS documents.”
“Your genitals have had extensive modification. The only part of your penis
remaining is the glans or head of your penis. It is now more of a large
clitoris than a penis. The remaining section of penis is fully functional and
you will still use the stump to urinate and ejaculate. You can get erect
according to the documents, but with such a short penis, you will not be able
to penetrate a vagina any longer.”
“Your vocal cords has been tightened to produce a higher pitched voice.”
I was in panic at all of this news. Dr. Walker had calmly discussed the body
modifications I had gone through, but even with the sedation I was still
under the panic was extremely high by the end of the explanation.
“From the monitors I can tell that you are experiencing stress from the news.
I am going to increase the sedative and you will go back to sleep for now.
Over the next few days you will have time to adjust to your situation.”
With that the nurse turned a knob on my IV drip and I was off to a fitful
dream state that was like an unending nightmare. Over and over the freakish
image Dr. Walker had explained to me was spinning through my head.
Get Over It
The next day I woke to hear Shannon crying softly. The news came screaming
back into my head as reality returned to my brain.
“Don’t cry Shannon, it only makes it worse.”
“I’m sorry”, she said. “It’s just that I fell in love with a man and now you
are half man half woman.” “I don’t know how we can go on like this and Dr.
Walker said that there is no way to restore what has been removed from you
body.” “You are like this forever!”
Now I was crying and feeling a great loss. My world had been destroyed and my
wife was sitting in my hospital room crying. I was at a complete loss for
words and my emotions were in complete overload.
It was at that point that Dr. Walker came into my room.
“This video tape from the MAFS just came into the hospital. A young street
punk said that somebody gave him 20 bucks to drop it off. I think it is an
additional explanation for you to understand what has happened.”
Dr. Walker had an orderly bring in a TV and VCR. She placed the tape into the
VCR and we all began to watch the video. As the image came up it was a
computer- generated woman and the voice was also computer generated.
“Welcome back Frank, or shall I say Fankie?” “By now you know what has been
done to you, but you don’t know why and what the ramifications to your life
will be because of the modifications we performed.”
“We did this to you for three reasons. First, we believe that as Modern
Amazon Feminists we can adapt males to our needs and preferences, regardless
of your wishes. Second we have developed our capabilities to perform these
modifications to a high art and we wanted a subject to demonstrate them on.
And third, you were selected because of physical suitability and because you
were unfaithful to your wife Shannon.”
I started to protest to the TV, but before I could say anything video started
running of me having sex with a college age girl. Shannon started crying
harder as I stammered my apology and explanation.
“I am sorry Shannon, it was only that one time and it never happened again!”
Shannon ran out of the room as the tape continued to roll. I had stopped to
help this girl when her tire blew right in front of me. We were at a
stoplight and just as the light was changing to green, there was a loud pop.
I thought it might be my tire, but when I got out the girl also got out and
it was her back tire. All the cars around us were honking like crazy and she
was in a bit of a panic.
I could not believe my eyes, she was a tight-body strawberry blonde with
great tits, ass and the face of an angel. She looked wholesome and sexy at
the same time. My cock noticed my attraction and stirred in my pants.
I told her not to worry, it was just one of those things that happens
one-in-a- million times and her tire just blew. I asked her if she had a
spare and she said that the tire that just blew was her spare, she had
already had a flat today.
I suggested that we push the car off the road onto the shoulder to get it out
of traffic and get some help. She said that would be great, but since her
motel was just down the road, could I give her a lift the rest of the way and
she would deal with it in the morning.
I agreed and after we pushed her car out of the way while people all around
us honked horns, we loaded up her several suitcases into my SUV. It took a
less than five minutes to reach her hotel and I waited in my SUV while she
checked in.
It was an older style motel set up for highway trade, two stories with
outside stairs and a balcony to enter the rooms. Her room was on the second
floor and you had to lug suitcases up the outside stairs to reach it. She
asked me to help her get all her luggage up to the room and I readily agreed
to help this damsel in distress the rest of the way.
It took a couple of trips, but once she had everything up the stairs, she
asked me my name.
“I can’t believe how helpful you have been and we have not even introduced
ourselves!”
I told her my name was Frank and she said hers was Aphrodite.
“I bet you have had a day or two where you wished your parents didn’t give
you that name?” I said.
“Oh no, I picked that name when I turned 18 and had it legally changed. It
just suited me more than my given name “Jane”, I was not a plain Jane by any
stretch, so I changed it.” She said in a flirting way.
“No, you don’t strike me as a plain Jane either.” I flirted back as I tried
not to stare at her.
Just those few words were making me horny and I started to turn to go before
my thoughts got any more sexual.
“Well, I need to be going, good luck with the car Aphrodite.”
“Don’t go just yet, I have not thanked you for all your help.”
“That’s all right, you don’t have to thank me, just trying to help out
somebody in need.”
“No I insist, I must return the favor somehow!”
She moved quickly and before I know what was happening, she pulled her dress
over her head. I was stunned when I saw she was naked underneath. I knew she
was looking sexy before and was not wearing a bra, but I had avoided staring
and did not know she was naked under her dress. I knew she was pretty, but
she was magnificent when she was naked. Her breasts were a natural “C” cup
and perfectly shaped, with no droop. Narrow waste flaring out to perfect
hips. Her trimmed bush was natural strawberry-blond to match the hair on her
head. Her body was that of a very fit young woman and did not have any excess
fat. She could have been a model for all I knew. She looked perfect.
She stepped into my arms and kissed me passionately. My head was spinning and
as she kissed me deeply, she started undressing me. For some unknown reason,
I didn’t stop her. It was out of character for me, but for that one moment I
forgot about my marriage to Shannon and let her undress me. I should have
stopper her, but her sexuality was overwhelming and I started thinking with
my dick.
She had me undressed in a few seconds and she pushed me to the bed. As she
lay me down on my back she told me to relax and let her have her way with me.
She was going to return my favor by showing me a good time.
Aphrodite was kissing me all over my body and brushing my dick with her
longhair hands and lips. She had me rock hard and no thoughts remained in my
head about my wife Shannon.
I tried to use my hands to caress Aphrodite, but she stopped me.
“I want you to relax and let me do the work! You did your part getting me
rescued and to my motel, now just relax and enjoy!”
I lay back, but her teasing was driving me crazy and soon I started stroking
her again.
“I told you not to do that, so now I am going to have to get those hands
under control.”
Aphrodite jumped off the bed and came back with some silk stockings. She tied
my hands to the headboard and then tied my feet to the bed frame at the foot
of the bed. It took a few seconds and it happened so fast, plus I was so
horny that I didn’t even think about stopping her. I was not tightly bound,
but I could not reach anything or get up again till she wanted.
Aphrodite began making love to my body and she stroked me and kissed
everywhere but on my dick. My dick was hard as a rock and starting to leak
pre-cum.
“What a nice cock you have! It must be a good 8 inches and quite thick. I bet
you make all the girls crazy with that thing!”
She was right, my dick was well above average and I had always had been both
proud and popular because of my very nice cock. In college the word got out
among some of the coeds and I had many opportunities to bed curious women. It
was a reputation I would have to live down when I met Shannon.
“I want it in my pussy, but it is so big, I don’t know if I can take it.”
I told Aphrodite that I was sure that if she relaxed she would be able to
take it and would enjoy the fullness.
“Can you lick my pussy and get it nice and wet for your big dick?” she
implored.
I quickly agreed and Aphrodite turned around and set her pussy on my face. As
I started licking her pussy, she lightly stroked and licked my cock. She slid
her pussy up and down as I licked and she controlled my access to her sweet
pussy. She teased my dick and spread my pre-cum up and down my shaft with her
fingertips, never giving me enough attention to move me toward my climax but
always teasing me further. Then she shook with orgasm and collapsed on my
body. She never let go of my cock, but never stroked it harder than whisper.
“That was very nice and I bet it would be very nice to have your big dick in
my pussy! The only thing is, I don’t like to have my pussy full of sperm when
I finish fucking, so I make my boyfriend suck my pussy clean when I fuck. No
licking my pussy clean, no fucking. I was planning to give you a blowjob, but
your dick is so big, I can’t get my mouth on it to give you a good sucking.
Will you lick my pussy clean if I fuck you?”
I could not believe my own ears, but I was so horny and with my hands and
legs tied, it made sense to agree with her request. That is what happens when
you think with your cock.
“Yes, please fuck me!”
“Yes what?” she asked.
“Yes I will lick your pussy clean after we fuck!”
Aphrodite turned around and sat her pussy down on my cock head. She rubbed it
back and forth on her clit and pussy lips until it was well lubricated. She
slowly pressed her pussy down on my dick and as her pussy started to open up
my dick felt her warm wet pussy flesh. It tightly engulfed my cock as she
slid on down. Aphrodite took her time, teasing me and getting used to the
fullness. Finally she was fully impaled on my cock and she leaned forward and
kissed my face neck and lips as she moved her pussy up and down a fraction of
an inch. She kept teasing me for several minutes as she ground her clit into
my dick and pelvis. By her action, she was getting the fullness and
stimulation to her clit and I was being teased. She climaxed for the second
time, a small climax but a climax non-the less.
After a few minutes she started to slowly fuck me. Up and down she slid on my
pole. Up to the tip and back down to the hilt. She kept up her slow fucking
for several minutes and I would have screamed out in sweet agony if it were
not for her mouth French kissing me.
Eventually Aphrodite began to near orgasm again and she started picking up
the pace. I was bucking up to meet her down thrust and slamming home my
sexual frustration as hard as my limited movement would let me. Soon we were
both on the verge of climax and when I started shooting, Aphrodite started
shaking again with her 3d climax. She collapsed on my chest and my cock
stayed lodged in her sweet pussy as we relaxed.
“I can feel my pussy full of you sperm, are you ready to clean up the mess
you made in my pussy?”
I had forgotten about my agreement, but now that I had climaxed, I was not
interested in licking her pussy full of fresh sperm.
“Can’t we forget about the pussy cleaning? I have never eaten pussy after
fucking before and now it sounds king of gross.”
“A deal is a deal and since you are tied up still, I guess that you will just
have to live up to your bargain.”
Aphrodite slid off my cock and quickly sat her pussy down on my mouth. At
first I didn’t lick, just sat there thinking about eating sperm and thinking
that only queers ate sperm.
“Get to licking, or I will pinch your nose so you can’t breath.”
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue into her pussy. The sperm and pussy
juice was running down my throat as it slid out of her pussy. At first, I was
gagging on the slimy mixture, but I got over that and began to enjoy licking
her sweet pussy and feeling the mixture on my tongue.
“Yes, that’s it, lick my pussy clean you sperm eater. This is called a
“creampie” and I am glad you are getting your first from me!”
I licked and sucked for all I was worth as she ground her pussy down on my
face. As she neared her 4th orgasm, I realized that my cock was still hard.
She was not even touching my cock and yet I was still hard as a rock. Her
youth, beauty and the kinky experience of cleaning up my own sperm were
keeping me very excited.
Aphrodite was grinding her pussy on my face and spreading the creampie all
over my face. I could hardly keep up with my licking as she reached her 4th
climax. She shuddered for several minutes and I gently licked her pussy lips
and stayed away from her very sensitive clit.
When she was done with her orgasm, she slid down my body and started stroking
my cock again.
“You are a natural born creampie eater, you never even lost your hardon and
now you are ready to go again! You sperm eating fool!”
Aphrodite again set her pussy down on my dick, but this time she did not
tease. Her pussy went down in one stroke and she started slamming up and down
as fast as she could. I usually went limp after fucking, but this girl was so
sexy and it was so kinky eating my first creampie while tied up under a
beautiful strawberry blonde that I was ready to fuck all night.
Since I had already cum, I did not climax as fast. Aphrodite varied her pace
and slid up and down to create several small orgasms for herself. As she
started to build up once again for a large climax, she started pinching my
nipples, and reaching around a pulling on my balls. I was heading for a
climax again. It didn’t take long after that and when her pussy started to
spasm; my cock shot off again for my second climax.
It was amazing, the way she had gotten me to climax twice in such a short
time. I was lost in my sexual afterglow when she picked up her head from my
chest.
“Ready to clean up my pussy?”
I had forgotten her rule and I was not thrilled about eating a second
creampie!
“I tell you what, this time just lick my pussy lips and stay away from my
clit. If you can clean me up without driving me crazy, I won’t have to make
you hard again to fuck me. If you drive me crazy with lust, I will just have
to fuck you again, even if it takes me all night to get you hard enough to
ride that magnificent cock of yours.
Aphrodite slid up to my face and I ate my second creampie. I gently licked
her pussy lips and swallowed the sperm and pussy juice mixture as she gently
stroked my hair. My dick was still semi-hard, but I definitely did not have a
full- fledged erection.
Aphrodite kept it up for several minutes until there was no sperm leaking out
of her pussy into my mouth.
“You did good! I got cleaned up without having to fuck again, so I will be
able to let you up!”
After a few more minutes, she untied me. I needed to get out of there! I was
very late and I had not even called home. Shannon was going to be pissed! And
I smelled like sex! Not just a little, Aphrodite had pussy juice and sperm
from my knees to my nose and there was no way that Shannon was going to miss
the odor.
“Can I rinse off in the shower?”
“What’s the matter Frank, don’t want to go home with the smell of sex on
you?”
“Well it would be a little hard to explain, wouldn’t it!”
She let me shower and I raced home with the windows open to dry my hair. It
turned out that I was in luck because there had been a bad wreck on the
freeway and traffic was backed up for miles. Shannon had called my cell
phone, but it was turned off and she didn’t get an answer. When she asked me
why my cell phone was off, I told her I had gone off and left it at the
office.
“I am glad you are home safe and sound, but I was worried that when I could
not reach you on the cell phone, it was you involved in the wreck! Don’t
forget the cell phone again!”
She gave me a big hug and held me for several minutes as she got over her
fear of me being in the big accident.
“You smell nice Frank, are you wearing a new after-shave or something?”
My mind raced for an answer.
“No, they changed the soap at the office and I washed my face just before I
left to freshen up a bit for the drive home, I was a little sleepy. I don’t
like the new soap, thought it was a bit smelly, but you seem to like it, so
maybe it is not so bad.”
That was the end of it for me, Shannon thought the time loss was because of a
wreck and I was sure that the secret would go to the grave with me. Before I
settled down with Shannon, I had a bit of a reputation as a “cocks-man” and
Shannon had promised me that if she ever got wind of me fooling around on her
that would be it! I had never made that mistake before that day and I was
never going to repeat this mistake again, even if it was great sex!
There it was on videotape, me having sex with Aphrodite, kinky sex in a motel
room. Shannon had left so soon that she didn’t see it all, but I was sure
that she was very pissed. It was bad enough that I was a freak, but now she
had all the reason she needed to leave me without the transformation.
I looked around the room as the tape played out my sex scene and the nurses
were squirming and getting a little flushed, but Dr. Walker just had a polite
smile on her face. I think I died 5 times as the tape played on. Then the sex
faded and computer voice and face came back.
“Well as you can see, Frankie you were a scumbag male, going against your
vows to Shannon and just like the majority of men not worthy of the women in
your life. You can try to say that you were entrapped, but not once did you
leave or even ask to leave! That is why we were perfectly justified to pick
you for our demonstration.”
“We have done some of these steps to other men as we perfected them. Men who
were unfaithful like you. Frankie, you are the first male to get the whole
treatment, but you will not be the last. The MAFS will keep looking for men
who are unfaithful to the women in their lives and when we identify them, we
will take action to put things in better order.”
“Now on to the good parts! I get to explain your new body to you!
“We know from our spies at the hospital that you know most of the changes
that were performed on your body. What you don’t know are the subtle items
that have been done to you.”
“First things first. Your penis has been modified extensively. You have been
told that it has been shortened to just the glans or head. That is true, but
not the whole story. We have also taken the skin and nerve endings from you
penis and relocated them throughout your body. We used the material to create
your nipples on your new breasts, to enhance your lips and replaced the
lining of your rectum with the rest. You are the first modified man to get
our new rectum lubrication modification. We created a connection from your
prostate to your rectum that allows seminal fluids to lubricate your rectum.
Basically, your pre- cum will be used to make your anal opening more like a
vagina. When you are sexually stimulated, your anal opening will produce a
natural lubrication.”
“The net effect of these penis modifications is that you can only receive
total sexual stimulation by rubbing the penis tip or as we like to say your
clit with your fingers, having anal sex by penetration, giving a blowjob and
having your nipples sucked at the same time.”
“As you can see, this is a very complex process to obtain sexual
gratification and you may wonder why would anybody bother to have sex under
these conditions. Well in your case we made sure that you would be driven to
have as much sex as possible. We have placed millions of tiny hormone
capsules called microcapsules in your body. The capsules are made with
various material and thickness of materials that will be absorbed over time.
As your body absorbs the coating you will receive a time release of hormones.
The microcapsules have been injected through you body in organ, muscle, bone
and even brain tissues. The number and placement was arranged to prevent
removal of the microcapsules and thus you will be at the mercy of your
hormones the rest of your life.”
“Now the mix of hormones is diabolical! You will have excessive male hormones
to maximize your sex drive and you will have female hormones to insure breast
growth and other gender shaping results. For all practical purposes, you are
permanently horny and there is no way to stop the effect of our hormone
treatment. You could even remove your testicles and you would still be over-
sexed.”
“You understand that we removed ribs, part of your eternal organs and much of
your stomach muscles. That means you will be corseted the rest of your life.
In fact, you corset will need to hold your waste to about 18 inches. This
will give you quite a female shape, with your breasts and the extra fat the
female hormones will build up on your hips.”
“You also know about your Achilles tendons. They have been shortened to
require you to wear high-heal shoes the rest of your life. In fact, you will
not be able to stand going barefoot for more than a few minutes at a time.”
“We removed all unneeded body hair and that coupled with the female hormones
will give you the smoothest skin possible and a beautiful head of hair on
top.”
“We have also used strong hypnotic drugs to alter your mind. While you were
going through the physical transformations, we reprogrammed your brain. You
will remain male heterosexual in your mind. In fact, we enhanced your
homophobic feelings. At the same time, we implanted a total aversion to
anything but silk underclothing and if you try to wear anything else, you
will have terrible hives. You will spend the rest of your life dressed in
women’s silk underwear, wearing a silk corset, in high-heals and wanting to
be double penetrated while rubbing your clit and nipples to have sexual
satisfaction.”
“We doubt that there will be much time in your life for any activity besides
fulfilling your sex drive!”
“Your programming also includes a strong desire to wear makeup, long
fingernails and to grow your hair long. The urge to do these things is so
strong that you will spend hours each day perfecting a feminine look! Your
image will revolt you because of the strong homophobic feelings, but you
won’t be able to stop yourself and we have also placed a complete blockage of
any suicide thoughts in your mind programming. You can not take your own life
to end the torment!”
“We have also programmed you to want to serve your wife in any way she wants.
You are for all extent and purpose your wife’s slave and are bound to her for
life. If she should die for some reason, you are programmed to seek out a new
woman to replace her and you will continue to serve her for life. You now see
that you can not be unfaithful to your wife again! You are her slave and must
be true to her commands at all times!
“One more little twist we added to your adultery punishment is sperm
addiction and aversion! You are programmed to eat sperm regularly. If you
don’t take sperm orally every few days, you will become ill to your stomach
and will remain so until you eat more sperm. Because we enhanced your
homophobic feelings, you will be revolted by the act of eating the sperm, but
compelled to do so!”
“If you only eat your own sperm (which you are still capable of producing in
abundance) overtime you will build an immunity to it and that can only be
cured by eating sperm produced by another. It does not have to be human
sperm, it could be from a dog for example.”
“The last thing we have done is kidnap your wife as she ran out of your
hospital room. She was darted with a strong tranquilizer as she went to her
car in the parking lot and has been taken to our research labs. There she
will be injected with her own set of microcapsules to maximize her sex drive
and undergo hypnotic mind programming to help her adjust to the new Frankie.”
“We did think it was sad that your lovely penis was not going to be in one
piece again, so before it was removed, we injected you penis with a chemical
that forces an erection for hours and made several molds of it. Your wife
Shannon will receive several dildos and strap-on devices molded from your
erect penis.”
“When she returns in a few weeks, she will be ready to take her place as your
owner and a Modern Amazon Feminist!”
With that the tape ended. As I looked at the medical staff, I could tell that
there was a lot of sexual tension in the room, mixed with pity for me. None
of them could imagine the life I would be leaving.
Dr. Walker had them increase my sedative and I drifted off to my fitful dream
state.
My New Life Takes Shape
I had a lot of pain the next few weeks, but as I healed, the pain went away.
Shannon was gone for 3 weeks and the police never did find out who took her
or me. There was a brief time where the media hounded the hospital for
updates, but the hospital never released my name and by the time I was ready
to go home, there were a few other men who had been kidnapped and modified. I
was old news and there was an end to the interest by news media.
Shannon was fine when she was released. There was no visible change, but she
was a different person when we got home. She no longer viewed me as her
husband or even male. I was bound to her as slave and servant. She was horny
often and I was always licking her pussy to orgasm. I was constantly begging
her to fuck me with the strap-on while I played with my tits and clit. When I
would climax and shoot off from the remaining tip of my dick, I would lick
the mess off my fingers and then I would be revolted by my homophobic
feelings.
After a month or so, my sperm was making me sicker and I started begging her
to take on other lovers. She soon agreed and began to bring them home for sex
and for me to get other sperm into my system. I would get to eat her creampie
when her lover finished and that made me feel “normal” again. Shannon started
having me dress in a French Maid’s uniform to serve her and her lovers. My
new body was perfect for the uniform and Shannon enjoyed my humiliation at
having to wear it.
On date nights I would start by bathing and dressing Shannon. Then I had to
serve drinks and snacks to Shannon and her lover. I would lick her pussy when
she was ready to have sex and sometimes she would have me lick her date’s
dick to get it hard. Then she would have me guide the real man’s cock into
her pussy. When they finished, I would dive into her wet pussy and eat as
much sperm as I could get as fast as I could. It had a much better effect
when it was very fresh. Each time, I would feel better for a few weeks and
then I would start craving sperm from someone else.
With Shannon’s mind programming, she viewed men more as toys and certainly
not a woman’s equal. She wanted to have sex for her pleasure and the pleasure
a man received was not her concern. She viewed me more like a very loved pet.
She loved me, but not as a man or woman. Even though she loved me, she took
pleasure in my humiliation. She said it was a fair punishment for my
unfaithfulness.
Last week, Shannon was feeling a bit under the weather and did not want to
bring home one of her lovers. It had bee a few weeks since I had a dose of
sperm from another man and I was feeling quite ill. Shannon was just not able
to get out of bed to help me, so she called an “emergency” number that was
imprinted in her head by the MAFS programmers. In short order two large black
males showed up and soon had me on my knees giving blowjobs. I wanted to
puke, but my desire for sperm and my uncontrollable horniness forced me to
perform well. As the first was fucking my mouth I started getting turned on
by the friction on my lips and was wiggling my ass. The second black got the
idea and soon his big dick was up my ass. They fucked me like that for a good
15 minutes until they both shot loads into me. I immediately felt better, but
then was revolted by the homosexual acts I just performed.
They rested a few minutes and decided to switch ends and do me again. This
time, it took a lot longer to reach orgasm, but the face and anal fucking so
stimulated my body that I had several orgasms. Each time, I rubbed the
remains of my dick and shot a good load of sperm into my hand that I would
eat as soon as a dick was out of my mouth.
I was on permanent disability from work. I was no longer able to be effective
and my presence upset my co-workers. The best thing for all was for me to
move on. The only problem was that my disability income was much less than I
was earning before and we liked the lifestyle that our combined incomes
brought in. Shannon decided that I would have to find suitable employment.
Shannon had worked out a plan. If I took regular employment, my disability
would end. Even if the new job was for much less than I earned before. So, I
would have to earn my living in a cash business or some form of non-salary
income. Shannon’s company had opened Asian and African operations and they
had aggressive goals to build up to several billion over the next few years.
In order to land the deals, her company was going to entertain the foreign
businessmen here in the states and it was important to show them a good time.
Shannon was a candidate for the new position of international sales director
and her future would be discussed in a private meeting with her boss Clark.
Clark was surprised when I attended with Shannon dressed in one of my French
maid’s uniform, but he did not say anything. It was the first time her boss
had seen me since the modifications and he was amazed by my new look. I had
gotten quite good at makeup and hair, plus my body had developed into a very
sexy look in the French Maids uniform.
Shannon asked me to serve coffee and snacks while they talked. I moved around
as much as possible to keep Clark staring at my body dressed in the
formfitting uniform and listened.
“Frankie can not work in a regular job for two reasons. First, she would lose
her disability income and second nobody would take her serious. She needs a
job where her income can be in the form of cash or can be paid to me
directly. In addition to those facts, Frankie could be very valuable when we
entertain our Asian and African guests.”
The wheels were spinning in Clark’s head.
“I know I am being considered for international sales director and my
proposal is for Frankie to become my assistant for entertaining our
international partners and we will use his unique skills to help close the
deals. Her salary will be paid directly to me on top of my new salary and
that will give us a combined income that maintains our lifestyle and a little
more.”
Clark was starting to smile.
“I am so confident of our proposal that I will give you a satisfaction
guarantee. If you are not satisfied by our sales results in Asia and Africa
in six months, I will resign.”
Clark was grinning ear to ear.
“Frankie Please remove you uniform down to your corset, panties and
stockings.”
It had been a few weeks since I had a sperm fix from another person and I was
craving Clark’s sperm.
“Slowly spin around and give Clark a good view.”
I am a striking man/woman these days. I could walk well in the high-heals and
there I was in my severe silk corset with half cups to support my perfect
breasts, garter straps holding my stockings up, high-heals with sexy ankle
straps and black silk panties.
Clark let out a sigh and said, “Nice”.
“Frankie, I want you to take Clark’s cock out of his pants, suck him till he
is good and hard and then I want you to bend over his desk and let him have
you in the ass.” Shannon said in a matter of fact manner.
Her plan was designed to maximize my performance! I had not had any sperm
from someone else for several weeks and I needed a fix bad. By having me give
up my ass to Clark, I would still be craving sperm. I would then have to give
my best blowjob to Clark to produce a second orgasm and get my oral dose of
his sperm. Clark was in his late forties and getting a second orgasm was
going to be a challenge.
I went right to work. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his already
swelling cock. It was a nice cock, not as big as my former cock, but well
above average. I had learned to perform oral sex well on cocks. I knew what
had felt good to me when I was a whole man and because of my new condition, I
had gained practical experience giving blowjobs.
Clark was soon rock hard as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. At the
same time the nerve endings in my lips were telling my brain that my phantom
cock was getting stroked and my ass was starting to leak pre-cum.
When Clark started moaning, I got up from my knees and leaned over his desk.
By now he was so horny, that he had no hesitation at pulling down my panties
and ramming his dick to the hilt. He reached around and started playing with
my sensitive tits and nipples. I was getting very turned on to his efforts
and started fingering my clit as he pounded into my ass. By now he had a good
rhythm going and I was able to squeeze my asshole to meet his thrusts and
give him a good anal fucking.
I was sure that his receptionist could hear the lustful sounds coming out of
Clark’s office and to this day I wonder what she was thinking.
The kinky nature of the sex had Clark ready to orgasm in short order and when
he shot his load up my ass he let out a loud moan and collapsed back into his
chair. His cock was still tightly in my ass and his hands were still playing
with my tits, so as he sat back, I was pulled onto his lap.
I didn’t want him to lose his erection, so I slid up off his shaft and turned
around and sucked his cock into my mouth. I had to pull out every trick to
keep him hard and was using my lips and hands to work his cock and balls. He
was starting to soften when I slipped a moist finger into his asshole. That
was the trick, I started finger-fucking his ass as I worked my mouth up and
down his shaft and played with his balls with my other hand.
I don’t know how long it had been since Clark had back-to-back orgasms, but
he was building to one now. I knew I had him when he was rocking his hips to
my rhythm and he put his hands in my hair to get the rhythm he wanted. Clark
continued to face fuck me fast and hard for several minutes. When he finally
climaxed, it was a small amount, but it was like precious material to me as I
sucked it down.
After Clark rested a moment and I continued to clean up his dick of any
remaining sperm Shannon spoke. “Do we have an agreement?”
All Clark said was, “Hell yes!”
I got dressed and we headed home to celebrate.
Continued Adjustment
A new shipment of dildos and strap-on cocks arrived the other day from MAFS.
They had decided that my former cock was the perfect size, longer and thicker
than average, but not so large that a woman would find it uncomfortable once
she got used to it. The molds from my cock would be used extensively by the
group in the manufacture of sex appliances. They felt it would only be fair
if Shannon received a sample of the new and improved devices in compensation
for my sacrificed cock. I had tears in my eyes as we unwrapped the
appliances. I kept thinking back to the days when a cock like this swung
between my legs.
There were three new strap-on cocks for our use. One was intended for Shannon
to use on me and was molded to fit her pussy perfectly. They must have take
molds of her pussy when she was abducted. It had about 5 inches of my cock on
her end and was designed to cup her genitalia perfectly, including a clit
stimulator. It actually fit so well that if her pussy were shaved, the
suction created would hold it in place for a vigorous fucking session. On my
end was a complete replica of my cock. Shannon could give me a good reaming
and help me with my sexual frustration.
The second strap-on was designed for me to wear to fuck Shannon. It had a
recess for placing my dick head in place and was shipped with an adhesive
that could be used to set the dildo in place where my old cock once grew. I
love the feeling of slipping “my cock” into Shannon and fucking her like old
times. She enjoyed it a great deal and I often lick Shannon’s pussy to
several orgasms and then put on “my cock” and fuck for as long as she can
stand it. I don’t get much stimulation from this, but I feel more like a man
when I am fucking her to multiple orgasms. Shannon likes this device so much
that she has quite feeling the need to bring home lovers for pleasure. I now
have to get my extra sperm from the entertainment we do for the international
customers.
The third strap-on is a face dildo. It has about 4 inches of my cock that
goes in my mouth and a locking strap to hold it in place. The other end is a
complete replica of my old cock. There is breathing hole in the dildo and a
feeding tube that can be inserted into the hole, that way I can be made to
drink any liquid Shannon wishes. I can be locked into the face dildo and kept
silent for as long as Shannon wishes. She can take her pleasure by riding my
face dildo and then assign me to chores to with cock sticking out from my
face. She uses it a bit as a punishment device, but promises that we will
have need for it with women customers in the future.
The international business has taken off very fast and Shannon was a big
success in closing the deals. After working out basic agreements by
teleconference, she would invite them to the US for final negotiations. We
would always arrange an evening of entertainment where I would start the
evening as a maid, serving food and drinks and by the end of the evening
serving the men in a more personal way.
We have not lost a deal yet and Shannon has been promoted to a Senior VP
position. The only person above her is the CEO. Her income is fantastic,
because as sales VP she gets a base salary plus a commission on all the
sales. International sales have built up to over 500 Million and the company
is on track to reach the 1 Billion-dollar target over a year sooner than
originally planned.
We have moved into a mansion that we use for entertainment of our
International customers and I now have domestic staff to help with the
household duties. But when the customers show up, the staff is gone before
the fun starts and I am left to finish serving the prepared refreshments and
drinks in my French Maid role.
My hormone levels kept me sexually charged and the best way to relieve the
wanton feelings is to perform at these entertainment events. Afterwards I am
revolted by the acts that I view as homosexual, but I am driven to seek the
penetration as well as the sperm.
My brain has largely adjusted to the relocation of nerve endings. When I am
getting double penetrated with the person who is penetrating my anal path
rubbing my tits and with me stroking my “clit” and a second phallus in my
mouth pumping in and out I feel great. I can close my eyes and create a
mental image of my former cock and it feels like I am still a man with a real
cock. It is only when I am done that I remember that I just sucked a cock
that I get the feelings of revulsion.
Last week Shannon had a group of 5 businessmen from Africa at the house for
final negotiations. We have several guest suites and each of the men had a
private room and would be with us for 2 days and 1 night. If Shannon closed
this deal, we would have exclusive rights to sales in several emerging
nations in Africa. She would have it made if this deal came through.
The first day was all business and we ran the meeting in our multi-media
room. The staff helped serve and prepare food for our guests, but I was a
visual distraction for the men in my sexiest French Maids costume. Each time
I entered the room they could not take their eyes off me. I made sure to walk
around picking up dishes and refreshing drinks as often as possible. I leaned
over and gave long views of my nearly naked breasts and when I needed to pick
up a dropped item, I bent at the waste so my short uniform skirt would rise
up and expose my silk panties. By the end of the day, all five men were
semi-erect in their pants.
The staff under my supervision served dinner and the men enjoyed the gourmet
foods and fine wine. After dinner the men and Shannon retired to the lounge
and the staff cleared dinner and departed. I continued to serve wine and
cocktails to keep the men relaxed.
It was getting late when Shannon announced to the men that she needed to
retire, but that I would stay up to provide whatever entertainment the men
desired. With that she left the room.
There was a long pause as the men looked at me with lust. Finally one of the
men asked what Shannon had meant by her statement.
I explained that I would stay with them as long as they wished and see to it
that their needs were met. At that point he got direct and asked me if that
included sex.
The other men fidgeted, and some even pulled at their pants to make room for
swelling cocks.
“I have no pussy for your cocks, but my mouth and ass are at your disposal
this evening.”
The men were taken back when they realized that I was a transgendered male
and not a woman. The room was silent until one spoke.
“Then get overhear and suck my cock”, the largest man said.
I went over and knelt before him and opened the fly of his pants. His cock
was almost erect and I had to remove his pants to get it free. I was amazed
by the size of the thing as I started stroking it and sucking the head, it
grew to over 10 inches and my mouth was stretched to its maximum by the
thickness of his cock. It took a few minutes, but soon I was getting a good
rhythm going and he was starting to moan.
One of the other men pulled up my skirt and lowered my panties and started
working his dick into my ass. I was getting pretty turned on and the
lubrication from my pre-cum enabled him to penetrate me quickly. They had me
sandwiched now and were working me hard with their large cocks. The sexual
teasing I had given them throughout the day had them pretty excited and it
did not take long to get them to orgasm.
I let their cocks soften a bit and then pulled my mouth off the first cock
and the second slid out of my ass. I quickly removed the uniform so my tits
would be exposed and looked at the other three men.
“Whose turn is next?”
The quietest member of the negotiation team raised his hand and I went to him
and opened his pants. As I knelt before him, I suggested to the men that they
get undressed. I started sucking and found a nice large cock about the size
of my former cock. I didn’t even look around when a forth man took his cock
and shoved it into my ass. I was pulling my second double penetration of the
night and I was getting the fucking of my life form these large black cocks.
I had to keep my mind off what I was doing, or my homophobic feelings would
take over. I just concentrated on the rubbing of cock on my lips and in my
ass. When the ass fucker reached around and grabbed my tits and started
pawing at my nipples, I could create a mental image of my old cock getting
stroked and push the “queer” thoughts out of my head.
When I got done with these two, I asked the last man if he wanted lips or ass
and he said both. I asked him which he wanted first, he said he wanted a
blowjob. With that, I went to work on my 5th large black cock. As I was
sucking away, one of the men got a second erection and soon he was fucking my
ass as I gave the blowjob.
I lost track of how many times I was fucked that night, but the men all went
to bed after fucking by mouth and ass many times. I think I went to sleep a
4:00AM and nobody was up to start the final negotiation on time the next day.
Shannon won that deal also and we got a huge commission check out of our
efforts. When I woke up in the hospital that day, I never dreamed what my
life would be like today, and I don’t enjoy everything about it, but as you
can see we have adjusted and even learned how to profit from our situation.
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Modern Amazon Feminist Society Meeting
“Ladies, ladies, come to order, we have a very full agenda tonight and we
need to get things moving”, the chairwoman said as she called the meeting to
order.
“The first order of business is a report from Dr. Walker on the success of
the surgical modification techniques she has developed and that will be
followed up by Aphrodite’s sub-team report on our next target male.”
“Before they start, please give them both a big round of applause! We have
progressed so far and fast due to the efforts of this mother daughter team!”
The two women got a standing ovation as they started their reports.
‘John!’ – Mary calls me from the living room. I rush to her.
I am barefooted, wear jeans and have my torso naked. She has a sexy dress, with a low cut cleavage allowing her ample breasts to show off. A simple but sexy little black dress. But that is not the most exciting part of her attire. I am definitely more aware of the black cane she is holding!
‘Kneel, John’ – she orders me, from hearing seating position at our light-beige sofa.
She is also pointing at me with the cane. Not really threatening. Well, maybe just a little.
‘John’ – she continues after I kneel down at the carpet at her feet, ‘I think I like your idea of you being my submissive obedient slave for a day. Let’s see how it goes. I just wonder ….’
She has now a mischievous look on her beautiful face while she “wonders” … A measure of fear crosses my mind in respect to what she is going to say … light fear is enjoyable and exciting …
‘ I wonder how obedient you can really be …’ – she adds with a smirk and a smile.
More light fear and excitement for me. Good, how bad can this be, this being an obedient game? So far it seems I am safe.
This whole idea of submission is rather new for us as a couple, even we had been talking and fantasizing in the past. So we start light. I love and trust my wife Mary, so, so I feel safe for the time being.
She blends her cane again. She brings it to my cheeks, and caresses and teases my face with it. I instinctively react and try not to avoid it, but she says:
‘No no no! don’t move!’.
So I relax, and she keeps teasing me with the cane. One cheek, then the other. Then under the chin. She slowly starts to aim for one of my nostrils. I breathe deep in anticipation and try to make an effort not to resist.
She poking my nostril with the cane is started to feel quite humiliating, and making me really hard inside my jeans as well. She rotates the cane around its axis, slowly and sensually, while keeping a soft and subtle contact with my nostril, which makes me realize how sensitive it is. It has suddenly become an erotic spot. I start to feel a weird feeling in my spine … it is the humiliation feeling! It is stronger than I expected, and I never thought it would come about in this way? She keeps teasing my nostril. I feel so excited, and more and more overwhelmed with emotion and feelings of weakness.
My mind starts to fill with fear of what could be next, will she put that in my mouth?
‘Open your mouth John!’ – she reads my mind. I obey.
‘Tongue out! More! Mouth wide open, and tongue out!’ Very good, stay there, what an obedient slave!’ -she says.
I stay there with kneeling with my mouth wide open, my tongue out, pressing my eyes while my mind struggles to cope with a new startling sensation when she puts the cane in my mouth.
But she doesn’t, she keeps teasing my nostril, while I hold my mouth open. I feel a bit ridiculous, but also submissive, and excited, and happy that I slowly fall into my slave role.
‘Does this excite you, John, being given orders? Look at you … with the mouth wide open, tongue out, so ridiculous!’
Mary was teasing me mentally and also physically by rubbing her cane all around my face. I loved it! I was told not to move, so I could only answer to her question with an imperceptible assent of the head, and an affirmative gesture of closing my eyes. I think she understood it.
“I think I’m going to enjoy myself now playing with my new slave. Because that’s what you are now, slave. A slave! And you don’t even have a name anymore now! ‘
‘No more John for you! John is gone, thrown through the window! I had a husband, once upon a time, but he is gone, and now I have a slave!”
“I think I will start by being a bit more strict with you. Let’s start with correcting your posture. Slave, put your hands behind you and separate your knees … And don’t you dare to close your mouth or hide your tongue! I want you to keep your ridiculous expression of the submissive slave in your face!”
I felt a warm joy from her firm tone, as I obeyed. And I also felt some tingling in my groin in my jeans as I separated my knees. The feeling of exposing myself by opening my legs was rewarding, especially that I also felt protected by the jeans. A paradox!
Mary is a really sexy woman, with a beautiful angel face, black hair, and sensual curves. Not at all skinny. She may even have a few extra pounds, but that only accentuated her sex appeal. She wore her 37 years with exuberance and supreme confidence.
This is all a lengthy blurb to explain to you, dear reader, why I was dying to drop the whole game and just grab her tits. But the excitement in the expectation of the unknown kept me obedient and yearning for more orders from this Goddess.
“You may think this is a game, little slave, but let me show you. Open your mouth wider, stick your tongue out, and don’t move no matter what”
WHACK!
She hit me on my tongue with the cane! Fucking bitch! It hurt! I didn’t expect her to be so harsh. I muffled my moan, and suffered in silence, trying to keep my obedient slave role.
WHACK!
Not again! Filthy bitch! This is not the game I had in mind! Well, maybe yes, I am not so sure now.
“This was just a little help to remind you that you are my slave now. Now lick my cane, say thank you Mistress, and get up”.
I did as ordered with great gratitude that it was over. I also heard myself in my thoughts calling myself a wimp (in my head only) for making such a big deal out of two little blows.
“Rule number 1, obey without any hesitation. Not the slightest!”
“Rule number 2, you shall be naked at all times unless direct otherwise.”
It took me a second to process this, and realize that I need to remove my pants, but I had my arms behind my back and my hesitation in bringing them to the front didn’t go unnoticed!
“So soon you are already in violation of both rules!”
She pushed her cane inside my nostril. I’m glad she didn’t strike me with the cane, but I was surprised on how my sweet wife turned out so nasty, with this perverted obsession with my nostril.
I wanted to say I’m sorry, but I recalled I had to keep my mouth open and tongue out. So I started removing my jeans, while she was pressing upwards with the cane in my nose, in an uncomfortable position.
“Good slave, you are learning. You look so funny trying to remove your pants with your nose upwards, and your mouth open! Ok, relax now, close your mouth, and remediate your situation, and go back to position.”
She removed the cane, so I was able to quickly undress.
“Rule 3, your default position is as you were before, kneeling, hands behind you, knees wide apart, and mouth open. You can keep your tongue inside.”
I was glad to obey and expectant to see what happens next.
“I see your cock is happy to be shown to me”
She teased my cock with the cane. This, combined with the recent memory of the cane on my tongue raised a slight concern. I really hoped Mistress was not that wicked!
“Do you know what may happen if you disobey …” she teased me while rubbing my balls with the cane … “Mmm .. you don’t want to find out, I really recommend you don’t try ….”
This just helped me make up my mind not to disobey! I didn’t want to find out!
“I know there are a lot of things that you don’t like to do … or be done to you .. but that’s what being a slave is about, right? You do what your Mistress wants, not what you want. Isn’t that right slave? Mmmmh?”
“Yes Mistress”
So far she was talking with a disarming smile, seductively mean. But suddenly she became serious. She brought her face near me, looked me in the eyes, and asked me slowly and sternly:
“Do you like men, slave? Sexually?”
That question totally caught me off guard. Where that came from?
WHACK
“AAAAAAHHHH”
I didn’t expect a hit on my balls! Not for just hesitating to answer!!!! What a bitch! I twisted my torso in agony!
“Answer!”
“No Mistress, I don’t like men, noo …. I like only women!”
“Too bad. For you that is. But you will obey anything I say, because you are my slave, right?”
“Yes Mistress!”
I was totally lying, I was not really willing to go that far as she hinted, but this was the safest thing to say right now, in my painful situation. Hope she is bluffing too.
“I know you will. Even if you don’t know, I know”
Her smile returned to her face, her cane was returned to be held with two hands in a non-menacing way, and it was like if the Sun had risen again.
“Oh, my own cute little little slave to play!” She said with the sweetest smile.
She put her cane away and brought her smiling face close to mine.
She made a sweet pout with her mouth.
“Is slave horny, uh?. What will make slave happy, uh? You are allowed to beg your Mistress!”
I said: “A kiss, please?”
She smiled again, then went to grab her cane. Oh no, what’s wrong now?
WHAACK on my butt!
“Aaaah”.
“Slave forgot to say ‘Mistress’ … Ha!”
“Sorry Mistress, sorry Mistress! Please no more cane, Mistress?”
“Of course, my cute slave! Only good things for you now, slave!”
She brought her slave close to me again, with a smile. I cautiously partially opened my mouth, as she got her near me. And we kissed, tenderly. She licked and sucked my lips, and I reciprocated, as we locked in a loving and wet kiss.
Her hands started caressing me my chest, and a flow of pleasure and warmth expanded through my body, from the ineffable sensations of her tongue dancing with mine, and her caring hands rubbing my torso, my arms, my chest, while I kept my hands behind me as instructed.
My cock was standing to attention between my parted legs.
A thrill startled me as her hand trailed downwards, to lightly touch my ball sac, and a playful finger traveled along the right side of my cock from the base to the tip.
“Oh, my cute slave is oozing some drops here …” she said interrupting the kiss for a brief moment, and then she went back to it.
Her finger tapping softly of the tip of my cock was like pressing a secret button for me, it caused me some sudden urge to fuck and cum! But I was determined to resist it!
She broke the kiss and looked at me as waiting for my begging. But I didn’t want to beg to fuck because I also enjoyed the tease. So I didn’t know what to beg.
This time she decided to be more aggressive in her kissing, ravishing my mouth and sucking my tongue and slips with intensity. She penetrated me with her tongue, and strongly lapped all corners of my cavity, rubbing it strongly against my tongue.
“Take your mouth out, slave, and keep it out. Flat tongue!”
She slowly placed her own tongue pressing against mine, the upper surface of each tongue touching each other. As we slowly accommodated our heads and tongues to increase the surface of contact, she started to slowly rub the underside of my cock from the tip towards the base with her full hand.
Simultaneously she started rubbing my cock underside, up and down. The coordinated rub jumped my fuse on my level of simulating pleasure, as I felt fucked through both ends. As I enjoyed and revealed in this paradise, my brain turned soft and mushy! Electricity run between my cock and my mouth, right along my chest and tummy, and back!.
We both moaned while this slow but intensive rubbing continued. And she gradually accelerated the motion. Oh, fuck! After some vigorous and faster rubbing my heavy moans betrayed that my orgasm is getting near, and she stopped.
She started tapping on the tip of my cock. Oh no, again! This time I can’t hold myself from begging.
“Please Mistress, may I get some pleasure in my cock so I can cum?”
I wanted to say let’s fuck, but I phrased it so that it is up to her how should I cum.
“About time, slave, I like to hear you begging to cum! What a sweet slave you are!”
She removed her hand from my cock, held my face, and started kissing me on the lips. No tongue this time. Just strong kisses in the lips. She played with my cheeks with her hands.
“Get up slave, I have some toys I want to show you! Come. ”
“Ok, you can free your arms …”, she said as I saw that I would need them to get up.
She grabbed the cane again, and I followed her to the bedroom, wondering what perv toys she has in store for me …
It was just another Saturday morning just like the last twelve or so. I woke up next to my Mistress in hopes that this might be the day. She’s laying there, looking just as sexy and beautiful as the first time I woke up next to her. The strap of her silk nightgown had slipped down off one shoulder, exposing the perfect curvature of her breast. She’s sleeping with a smile on her lips. She should be smiling, after last night’s many orgasms I served her. I was beginning to think she wasn’t ever going to say, “That’s enough, I can’t take anymore.” I must have had my head between her sexy thighs for over an hour, and at least three orgasms. Then she asked for some sex, but not the way you might think. See these days; I only rarely have penetrative sex with her, most times by means of a strap-on. You see, I’m locked in a steel chastity belt, 24/7, with her controlling the only keys. She had two more orgasms by means of the strap-on and then she finally rolled off me and fell right to sleep. Sleep didn’t come quite as quickly to me. My, or should I say, “her cock” wasn’t giving up thinking that it should have been the one doing the fucking. Not the fake one strapped right over the top of it. But finally, I fell to sleep, dreaming of one day maybe I will be the one fucking my wife once again.
The sun was pouring in the window the next morning when she awoke, rolling to my side, cupping the strap-on penis and giving it a squeeze; She said to me “So dear, do you think you’re ready to have an orgasm all of your own?” “Yes Mistress,” I blurted out.
“Please tell me how long it’s been this time?” She asked. This was all part of the game, teasing me by making me count the days, weeks, or even months. “90 days today,” I told her.
“Wow. Three months, that even sounds worst yet. Sure doesn’t seem that long to me. But I have a hard time keeping track of all the orgasms I get. Well if you’re sure you want one, you know the rules of the game, don’t you?” “Yes Mistress, I do, and will do anything you want to earn my orgasm today.”
“That’s a good little slave. I have something special in store for you this time. First, get the coffee going, take off that strap-on, and cleaned it up. Then you have a quick shower.”
“Yes Mistress.” As I jumped up from bed, I got the coffee going and then attended to my shower. My Mistress was just propping up some pillows and was starting to reading her erotic book as I entered her bedroom with her coffee and a toasted bagel too.
“Go prepare a hot scented bath for me, Slave.” “Yes Mistress.” I left her side and went into the Master Bathroom and poured her favorite scented oils into the bath and filled it with hot water. I didn’t even notice her standing behind me as I was finishing running the bathwater. My heart almost skipped a beat seeing her there standing over me naked. She crawled into the hot bubbly water and laid back like the princess she is.
“Slave I want you to shave my legs and don’t you dare nick me once. Or else you may have to spend another week locked up, with no relief.” “Yes Mistress, I will be very careful, you can be sure.” As she lay back enjoying, the special attention, I was giving her legs. She would caress a nipple of hers every so often, just to take some of my attention away from my task, in hopes I might nick her and lose my chance of an orgasm today. But lucky for me, I complete her legs without one nick. She was purring as I was softly washing the remaining shaving cream away.
“Slave I want you to shave my pussy bald too. Same thing, no nicks, or 4 weeks will be added to your release. Understood?” “Yes, gulp Mistress.” As she slid down into the water, she held up her mound to me. I very carefully applied the cream, maybe taking a little too long, as she barked to me that orders was a shave, not to play with. Once she was as bald as a baby and just as smooth, she told me to get a towel and dry her.
“You know slave if you lucky, you might get to feel my bald pussy tonight, doesn’t that sound good?” “Yes, of course, Mistress, I can wait.”
“But you might have too, we will just see how well you behave today and then tonight maybe, just maybe, I will let you fuck my pussy. But that’s only if you are a very good slave all of today, understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I knew that she would push every button of mine. In hopes of breaking me and having me screw up something, and lose my release tonight. That was her part of this game we play. She pulled on a sexy gown and told me to meet her in the family room with the nail polish kit. I gathered up all the items that would be needed to give her the weekly pedicure that I have been giving her for the last three years. I was required to take a beauty school night course just to learn the proper technique of doing them. That was a long four months of lock-up practicing painting her toenails till she was satisfied I polished them to perfection.
“OK Slave, today will be blood red, I’m in a Vampire mood today, I want fresh meat tonight.” I gulped again, knowing just what she meant by that remark. I started shaking knowing she was on the prowl tonight for some fresh meat, and I would have to watch her play with him till I got my chance of an orgasm. Once the toenails had been buffed, cleaned, painted with two coats, and the final topcoat. She was then satisfied with the job I had done she said, “Slave I’m going to take a short nap, for I can stay up all night fucking if I need to. So you go about your daily duties and don’t make too much noise and wake me.”
“Yes Mistress. Two hours later, three loads of washing, and hand washing her lingerie. Fixing a small lite lunch, she woke and was as fresh as a daisy. We had lunch together and by the time I cleaned up afterward, I heard her calling my name. I enter her bedroom to find her naked on top of the covers, with legs spread wide. I could tell she had been playing with herself. The lips of her pussy were plump and wet.
“Slave I want you to give me one orgasm with your lips. Then you will know what you’re missing out on tonight when the young hunk is fucking them later.” I couldn’t protest, I soo wanted to my own orgasm later. And I would have to accept anything she wanted or requested if I was to get my dessert later.
I don’t know about you, but the smell of pussy when you haven’t had an orgasm for over three months is just about enough to make me squirt right in my belt. But that would be cheating, me and her of the game we play. So down between her sexy thighs, I knelled, breathing in the aroma of my wife. It didn’t take long and she was saying, oh yes, that’s it, yes, Yes, Oh Yes, YES,YESSSSSSSS!!!!. As she recovered, I got up and was standing next to her hoping; praying that all the teasing she had done today was just part of the game. And she would release me now. And we would fuck till dark. But no such luck for me.
“Slave, get the special oil for my pussy.” I walked over to her dresser and picked out the oil she wanted. I knew my fate was sealed then. This oil wasn’t for me. I poured a small puddle in my palm. Then once it was warmed, took two fingers and spread it all over her pussy lips. The scent is intoxicating. It is a special oriental oil that once a male smells, and he’s all hers, besides it making her pussy wet and slippery all night.
“That’s enough slave, now gather my best bra, you know the one, stockings and garter belt.” As I gather the items, I picked out some sexy panties of the same black color. She made me hook the bra over her breast. Then pull up the stockings and attach them to the garters. I showed her the panties I picked out, thinking she would be pleased that I thought of them when she forgot to tell me.
“No Slave, I won’t need panties tonight, they will just get in the way.” She stood up and walked over to the closet. I was all eyes, wondering what dress she would pick out. Oh no, not that one. I fit her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. With the push-up bra, she looks like she going to have a boob fall right out at any time. The dress stops just below her gather hooks, so anytime she is setting, anyone can see her garters. Then she bent over and picked up some 4″ black strappy heels and walked over to me.
“Slave, put these on for me.” She was holding the shoes right in front of my face, knowing with my shoe fetish I wasn’t thinking with my right head. As I took the shoes from her and kneaded down all I could smell was the specially scented oil coming from her pussy. She knew this and was playing it up to the hilt. Once I had the shoes strapped on, she then walked over to the make-up table and told me to leave here and get ready to go out.
It is bad enough that I had to shave her, and her pussy bald. Then get her fluffed and oiled. I had to dress her, all for someone else’s pleasure. Now would have to go with her and watch the show. This is all part of her plans, to drive me insane and willing to do anything for her, just to earn the chance of an orgasm. Soon as I was dressed, she was just finishing with her make-up. Oh my, she was stunning, one sexy, hot woman out on the prowl.
“Here Slave will you help me with my perfume.” Another of her games, making me dab the perfume on all the sexy spots. Knowing damn well, some other guy was going to get the pleasure of smelling it. She picked up her small handbag, and a tube of lipstick and two condoms is all she put inside. Knowing I was watching.
“Let’s go slave. I’m getting horny just thinking of all the young meat out there tonight.” As we pulled up to the club, I got out and opened the door for her. Her dress showed too much leg to anyone that was looking as she climbed out of the car. As I was pulling away to park the car, I watch her giving both the bouncers a hug. Swearing I could see the cheeks of her ass as she did. By the time I had parked the car and paid my way into the club, she was no wear insight. Then I found her. She was already out on the dance floor with some guy. Didn’t take her long to find one, hell every guy there wanted to be with her. It was going to be a long night for me. I found an open table, one of those high small table types. I ordered us a drink and waited for her to find me. Heck, I was hoping she would want to find me. But I deep down knew she would. It’s much more fun for her to tease me right in front of my eyes. Three dances later, with two different guys she finally came to my table. As she sat, the dress pulled up giving anyone a look at her long sexy legs and stocking tops. She always crosses her legs soo sexy and rocks her leg. It’s just like a sign saying, I’m horny and need to be fucked. Soon another guy walked up and asked her to dance. Before I could say anything, she was gone. Soon as the song was over, I saw him give her a kiss right on the dance floor. She didn’t protest, in fact she pulled him back to give him another. As they walked back to the table, I realized just how sexy this guy was. His shirt was half unbuttoned, mostly by my wives doing. Six pack abs, tan, and with a goatee that she just luvs. Something I never could grow. She told me his name was Rick, and she thought he was hot as hell.
“Honey, order us all a drink, I’m going to the little girl’s room.” As she walked away, I knew this was my signal to tell Rick that I wanted him to fuck my wife. We have come up with this little story, that I have a very bad back and can’t fuck her the way she needs to be. So every so often we go out and find someone that she attracted too and invite him back to our home to fuck her brains out, as long as I get to watch. I will not join in, just watch.
This is just for my torture, watching another man fuck my wife in front of me. He doesn’t know that he just thinks he’s going to fuck my wife in front of me and that’s that.
So when my wife returned from the restroom, she looked right deep into my eyes, and asked, do we have a winner or not. Never have we had a man turn down the offer to fuck my wife. Hell, I would if I was in his shoes. All I could say was, “Yes Dear.”
So after more drinks, and many dances later, I was driving home alone in our car, with my wife riding in Rick’s car. She says, she doesn’t want him to get lost. But I know she is playing with his cock all the way to our house. Once we are back home, I’m to offer them some drinks. By the time I have the drink prepared, they were already on the couch kissing. His hands were inside her bra and cupping her sex under her dress. After I served the drinks, my wife told me to go prepare the bedroom.
This is my queue to go to the bedroom and strap myself into the chair in the corner of the room. I excuse myself, and then walked up to the bedroom and undress down to my chastity belt. Then I set in the sturdy wooden chair in the corner of the room. There are locking cuffs for both of my ankles, and both wrists. I locked the cuffs around my ankles and one arm, then wait for my wife and her new friend to come to bed. I’ve been there setting way too long waiting for them. I was straining to hear any voices. Finally I hear my wife giggle as the door opens and I see him carrying her into the room. He sets her down on the bed, and he noticed me in the chair. She goes on to tell him that is quite OK, and that she will make sure I don’t interfere. My wife leaves Rick with a kiss and walks over to me, locking the last cuff around my free wrist. She reached for our steel collar. This action always takes my breath away. See, only if my collar is locked on, is there a chance the belt will be unlocked. Either collar locked on or belt locked on, this way, she is sure she can get the belt back on without too much complaining. Once I was refusing to put the belt back on, so she told me to wear the collar to work Monday. Oh Shit. I locked the belt back on.
As she locking the collar around my neck, I heard that familiar click, which reminds me every time that she is in control. Then she locks the collar to the top of the chair, so I have no other option other than to watch her with him. A kiss on my lips, I swear I could taste him.
She slowly walks back to Rick, strutting like a model. She was pulling on her dress this way and that, causing it to show more skin with every move.
“See I told you he wouldn’t get in the way of our lovemaking.” Then the part of this game that just drives me crazy. She starts this sexy striptease that she use to do only for me, soo long ago, trapping me in her web. Once she’s down to the bra, stocking, and heels, she turns all her attention to him. She removes his shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. His pants next, and finally the underwear. Oh my, his cock pops out like a jack in the box. She lets out a little squeal of delight. It’s got to be 8″ and thick as her wrist. My wife drops to her knees and takes hold of the pieces of meat she conquered. Looking over at me first, licking her lips, and then turning back to Rick’s massive cock. In one motion I see her bury her nose into his pubic hair. Her cheeks swell at the massive intrusion. Rick’s head rolls back, he can’t believe his luck in her finding him. His cock slips out of her mouth with a loud pop. My wife looks back at me with a Chester cat smile. I’m so hard in my steel prison that I’m afraid it might break, my penis that is. Back to sucking Rick’s cock and stopping only to take one ball into her mouth, then the other. Rick has his hand on the back of her red hair, entangled between his fingers, pulling her head farther down his shaft with each stroke. Soon Rick’s past the point of no return and tells my wife he’s going to cum. She pulls back just holding his cock head at the opening of her mouth and stokes the remaining shaft till he is spurting his hot cum inside her mouth.
Not till she’s sure he’s done cumming does she pull her mouth away from his cock. My wife gets up and walks over to me, kissing me and transferring all Rick’s cum into my mouth. She continues kissing me till I swallow. Then she swirls her tongue inside my mouth, just to make sure I have tasted all of his cum.
By now after watching my wife feeds his cum to me, wiggling her sexy ass at Rick the whole time, he is getting hard again. My wife says, “Ready for round two.” She back to blowing Rick’s cock, till it’s hard again. She climbs up on the bed and straddles his cock. Slowly sliding it deep inside her till it bottoms out. A little whimper comes from her throat. I know that I never penetrated her that deep before. Soon they have a perfect rhythm going and she’s bouncing from the tip to the base of his cock burying it all the way to his balls, deep inside her. I see is her tight bottom quivering each thrust, and her boobs bouncing soo sexy. Rick’s reached up and is knelling her breast and pinching her nipples. She is throwing her head from side to side and pounding on his chest with both of her hands. Then the, oh yes, that’s it, right there, yes, yes, Yessss, YEESSSSSSSS!!! I see my wife cuming while riding another man’s cock. I watch him clinch and pump his cum deep inside her. She lays her head on his chest but leaves his cock inside her love tunnel.
After what seems to be forever, she rises and pulls slowly off Rick’s cock. Kissing him and telling him how good of fuck he is. Then she asks him if he’s got another load for her. She tells him that she hasn’t been fucked like this in years and her ass is just screaming for attention.
There isn’t any guy that is going to turn down screwing a girl in the ass, especially my beautiful wives’ ass. Songs have written about her “heart shape ass.” I can see Rick’s cock getting hard just hearing her offer it to him. She reached over to the nightstand and pulls out the lube, squirted some on his cock and starts stroking him. Soon as it’s hard again, she shoots some lube on her palm and smears it over her anise. She turns around on the bed so she will be looking right into my eyes and climbs on all four.
“Rick, fuck my ass so I feel you into next week.” Rick jumps behind her and guides his cock into her ass. He’s trying to be the gentleman, slowly sliding inside her. She is having none of that. Looking into my eyes, she pushed back burring him to his balls deep inside her ass.
“Give me all you got cowboy. This filly needs breaking.” My wife is telling Rick this while looking at me the whole time. God my cock is ready to burst. I can feel Rick pumping her backside from my imprisonment. My wife is biting her lower lip and bouncing back to meet his one every thrust. Rick starts spanking my wife and that is all she needs to go over the top. She starts squeezing Rick’s cock with her ass muscles. This is too much for any man and Rick starts shooting his third load inside my wife’s ass. The entire time she was looking at me and knowing she is driving me insane. Soon as Rick finished cuming, he softens and slides out of my wife. She turns to him and tells him how great of fuck he was. Nevertheless, she is done with him and it’s time for him to leave, right now.
“What a Bitch, Rick says.” He can’t believe how cold she is. He dresses and is out the door in minutes, without even a good night kiss.
My wife walks over to me and tells me I did well. Releasing the cuffs from my wrists and ankles, she tells me to prepare the bed. I pull the steel stocks out from under the bed and attach them to the headboard. I lay my head in the holder and wait. My wife locks one wrist, then walks around the bed and locks the other. Lastly, the collar is locked in place. She petting my head telling me how well I did, and I’m very close to earning my orgasm. She pulls the hood out of the dresser and pulls it tight over my eyes and nose. Leaving my mouth exposed. She leaves me and walks out of the room. I never know if she will return tonight or leave me to my thoughts till morning. I don’t have any choice in the matter. Shortly I feel her set on the bed. I feel her playing with the chastity belt. Is tonight the night, or just another of her wicked night of teasing? The belt comes off and a warm washcloth is rubbing “her cock” I have to hold back by all my means. I don’t want this to end soon. As she is finished cleaning me, I feel her moving up the bed. Soon I sense she is setting right over my lips, I can smell their combined juice’s while she sets back, tells me to lick. I have no choice so lick and I do till she is satisfied I’ve cleaned all his cum from her pussy.
She rises and tells me to open wide. I know she going to snowball a load of Rick’s cum into my mouth from her ass. She slowly starts stroking me telling me how much she loves me. That I have to accept her offerings, or I won’t get my orgasms. Drop and the first snowball hits the back of my tongue. I swallow and then open wide again. I can’t see because of the hood, but can almost see the puddle of cum dripping from her ass, my cock is as hard as it’s ever been. God I wish I could touch it, or even see it. I haven’t had the pleasure of either in three long years. Plop, more cum falls into my mouth, she lowers her ass to my lips. I know I’m to suck out the rest and stick my tongue as far inside her as I can.
As I’m tongue bathing her ass, she is wrapping a leather shoelace around my penis and balls, tighten it till I whimper inside her ass. Few more loops and she has both balls tighten off from each other and my penis is turning purple from the tightness.
“Well slave. You’ve earned your release. I have decided that I want more cock in my ass so it’s your lucky night.” She twirled around on the bed and is holding herself over my penis, and the head of it just touching her bud.
“Who do you belong too, slave? Who owns your penis and its pleasure?”
“You Mistress, only you!!!”
“That’s right, your penis is my cock, and only mine. Now enjoy this pleasure of my ass. And if I was you, I would hold off as long as you can. The next time you get to cum it might not be as easy as this one.” Slowly she lowers herself down my penis. With the leather cord cutting into the flesh, it’s a pleasure and pain at the same time. Soon I feel her ass cheeks touching my balls, ahh the warmth. Then she continues down, putting pressure that isn’t soo nice on the tied up balls. Then she rises just as slowly and when she is a top she stops.
“Remember slave, you only cum when I tell you too. Or you will owe me your balls.” With that she drops down to my balls, crushing them again. The ride begins. With every downstroke, she is smashing my tied up balls with more pressure. The pain is almost more than I can take. She wants it this way, and my pleasure always comes with pain. She says I remember it better that way. Up and down she continues bouncing, flatting out my balls each time. I’m dying, I want to cum, I want her to quit. But I need to cum!!
“OK Slave, tell me one more time how much you love me doing this to you and soon as you convince me, I will allow you to cum.”
“Yes Mistress, I love being your personal slave, at beck and call. I will do anything you ask or tell me too, just please let me cum now!”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to stop right now and wait till next time to cum. You know saving your cum for me, makes me very happy.”
“No Mistress, Please Mistress, Now Mistress. I feel like I’m going to burst.”
“Ok Slave, lets me think about it for another minute of two.” I’m dying with her bouncing up and down on my penis, my balls flatting out with each stroke.
“Now Slave, Cum, fill my ass up with your cum.” I don’t wait for her to change her mind and shoot what feels like a gallon on cum deep inside her. She is pushing down with all her weight right on my balls. I can feel them pumping cum inside her. Soon as I finish cumming, she pulls off and turns around on the bed and swats over my mouth and tells me to open up again. I almost drown with the first load of cum dripping into my mouth. Soon as I sallow one, then another and another. Then she sets right on my mouth and takes the warm washrag and cleans up my penis again. I feel like I’m in heaven. She tells me I did such a good job today, that I get till tomorrow morning before the belt is locked back on again.
“Nighty night and sweet dreams.” She leaves me locked to the bed with the hood on and the smell and taste of cum in my tongue and nose. She goes to the guest bed to sleep the rest of the night and I lay there wondering, what I will endear for me to earn my next orgasm.
It was my boy’s birthday and I was going to make sure it was one he would never forget. Since I got home well before he did, I started the prep early. I took a shower, shaved every part smooth, and put on his favorite perfume. It had a sultry, dark, sexy bouquet. Making sure my makeup and hair looked good, I did the dinner preparations. When he got home, I hustled him off to the shower so he’d be as clean as I for our after-dinner activities. After finishing his shower he came out in the front lace-up leather pants I had set out for him on the bed. I had him settle on the pillow next to my chair; this was a Dom dinner tonight with the twist of my cooking-it was his b-day after all. I made sure the fillets were medium rare and the steak fries crispy, as I liked. I had a small glass of a good Shiraz ready to drink. Sitting down to dinner, I looked deep into his beautiful eyes and toasted him saying, “Happy birthday baby, here’s to many, many more.” I took a swallow, held it in my mouth, leaned over, and let the warm wine trickle into his. It deepened into a long lingering kiss. I devoured his lips, his tongue. Ending the soul-stirring kiss, I turned my attention back to dinner. Between feeding him bites of the steak and fries, we discussed our day and I could see his shoulders relaxing as he let go of some of his stress. As soon as the food was gone, I said, “Even though it’s your birthday, please take the dishes to the sink, I need to change.” he agreed.
Slipping quickly into the bedroom, I pulled off what I had worn for dinner, and put on my red leather halter dress, as it was one of his favorites. Pulling the black, thigh-high, leather boots on as well, I went back out into the living room and waited on the couch. Coming out from the kitchen, he sat in between my knees and leaned his head back onto my lap. I started by kneading his shoulders and rubbing his neck, working the knots out so he could fully calm down. Touching his shoulders front and back always makes me…warm. The power that is there, but never used against me, is intoxicating. I couldn’t resist, I need to smell him, taste him. Leaning closer, I inhaled deeply, smelling Male: power, control, love, lust, devotion. I needed that….I needed him. Nibbling and nipping from the back of his ear, down his neck, and across his shoulders, I began my dance of seduction. I bit harder sucking the skin into my mouth. I heard his growl start deep in his chest and knew that our night was truly beginning. I grabbed his collar out of the bag I had stashed earlier and buckled it around his throat nipping his ear in the process. I needed more; more of his scent, more of his taste, more of his him. Sliding off the couch and into his arms, I kissed him. I kissed him deeply feeling my passions stir. Twining my tongue around his, I sucked it into my mouth. Rubbing, coiling my tongue with his, made my heart start to join the pounding of an ancient deep rhythm. A rhythm that started deep in the core of my body. I could feel his hands in my hair, turning my head to better meet his mouth. Our breathing deepened becoming harsher. I loved how he could easily move my body to join his better. Putting my hands on his shoulders I could feel them rise and fall with his breathing. I wanted more, so I took it. Digging my nails in, I felt his response, his cock twitched under my hips. I ground my pussy on his lap. I loved feeling his reactions. I put my hands on either side of his head and moved his lips to my neck. Feeling his lips, his breathing as he nibbled up and down made me so wet, I could feel my clit hardening. Undoing the clasp of my neckline he pushed it to the side and continued down to my nipples. They were hard and aching to be touched. Sucking one into his mouth, he gently bit down on it. I ground my pussy harder against him. “Harder baby, I need to feel your teeth”. Biting harder made my pussy wetter, and again, I ground it hard against his leather-clad cock. I pulled his face up to kiss him again. I didn’t risk getting too distracted from my plan. Plunging my tongue into his mouth, I curled it around his. Sucking and retreating I tasted…..him.
Straddling his hips wasn’t enough anymore, I wanted him to taste me. Rising off his lap, I raised the hem of my dress above my hips, showing him that I wasn’t wearing any panties-as if the pool of juice on his leather pants wasn’t enough. Turning around and bending slightly over, I told him, “Come to me baby, taste me.” Pushing his face between my cheeks, I could feel his tongue snaking towards my hole. A lick, two, and I then I could feel the spear of his tongue penetrate my back hole. I loved it when he did that. he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into his face. Brutally gripping my hips, kissing the top, the bottom, each side, then tonguing…. he worshiped me. I loved the sensation of his hot wet tongue on my ass. I love the powerful feeling it gave me, knowing that my boy worshiped my ass. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down my legs. I began to tremble as he slid his fingers between my legs and started to rub my clit back and forth. Every 4th or 5th stroke, he would plunge his fingers in my pussy. The trickle became a flow. As he toyed with my clit harder and faster my knees started to buckle and I slid down onto the floor. I moved his head down to my shaved pussy and demanded that he finish her off. Aggressively tonguing and licking my clit, my juices gushed from my pussy. Never missing, he lapped the juices up almost as fast as I could create them. Moving between my clit and pussy, he never let either feel neglected. I felt my orgasm coming hard and fast. Knowing that he wouldn’t stop, I still held his head hard as it crashed over me. Riding the waves of a massive orgasm, I screamed, shuddered, and bucked my hips hard against his face. He still missed none of my pussy juices. After licking my pussy almost dry, he held me while I recovered.
Even though I enjoy cuddling after mind-blowing orgasms, I knew I wasn’t done with him. I’ve always enjoyed touching him. I love his strength and power. Trailing my hands up and down his chest, toying with the waistband of his pants, the skin-to-skin contact is always erotic. After my breathing slowed to normal, I told him to take off his pants. Unlacing them, pushing them to his hips, and stepping out of them was as sexual as the male stripper I had once seen. My pussy clenched once again. Going to his knees, I met him on mine, and again, we kissed. Deep, soul-touching, throat kissing. I dug my nails in his back drawing him closer and ground my pussy against his cock. Moving behind him, I nipped his shoulders and toyed with his nipples. I know it’s not his favorite, but I just can’t help it. The vulnerability of his nipples as I pull and twist them makes me extremely wet. Getting the bag from earlier, I got the strap-on, harness, and lube out. Pushing his shoulders to the carpet, I lubed up my fingers and his ass. We had played often back here, but never a full pegging. I pushed in my first finger easily; we had done that plenty of times. Stroking it in and out, I readied it for the second. After a moment or two, I pushed in the second. Taking my time, stroking his cock as I played with his ass, he moved a minute amount back against my fingers. I knew he was ready for the third. I nibbled up his spine and licked my way back down; making sure that as he gently started thrusting, none of my fingers came out. I wanted him the feel the fullness of all three fingers. As he was getting harder and harder, I knew it was time for my cock to penetrate him. I had chosen a cock that was only slightly larger than my three fingers. I made sure that it was as well lubed as his ass. I wanted him to be able to enjoy this as I fully expected him to take it in the future. Guiding my cock to his back hole, I very, very slowly pushed the head in. I know that the head is the largest part and getting his hole to stretch over it was the biggest hurdle. Taking my time, waiting for his ass to get used to the feeling of something that large, I waited. As his shoulders relaxed, I knew it was time for the next step. Holding his hips, I eased my way a tiny bit more. I held his hips and wouldn’t let him move away from my cock. he groaned as the head pushed fully in. Making sure that my cock was glistening with lube, I pushed. Slowly, but firmly, I pushed until my cock was buried in his willing ass. I eased out, almost completely, but not quite. Grabbing his shoulders I slowly pulled him back onto my cock. I know that my boy is primal and I know that he loves rough and hard sex, but this, now, was not the time…..yet. Grinding my cock into his ass I made sure that every thrust ended with my pussy pushed against his hard cheeks. I love the feeling of his cock in my ass, how in control he feels to me and I wanted him to savor that same feeling. Using his shoulders as leverage, I began thrusting faster. In and out, grinding, driving, I was setting a steady pace. I could feel my clit getting harder from the friction of the base of my cock. I could feel the juices of my pussy building again. Reaching around to his cock, I could feel it was getting harder. Even though it wasn’t our usual sex, the thrusting was still getting to the both of us. I knew that the ‘p’ spot in his ass was getting a good rubbing to. Putting a squirt of lube in my palm, I closed my hand around his cock. As I thrust his cock pushed through my hand stroking him. Pulling us back, my hand stroked back to the base of his cock. Tip to the base as I fucked him, my hand stroked him harder and faster. Pushing my hips into his ass I fully buried my cock in his no-so-tight hole. Thrusting in and out I could feel his cock getting harder and then-there- I felt it-the small throb he would get just before he came. While I continued to stroke him, he threw his head back and ROARED his thick creamy cum exploding from his cock. Seeing that, I thrust my cock harder and deeper in his widely stretched hole. I ground my pussy against his flanks. Plunging my cock deep inside him, I moaned loudly and bucked my hips hard against his tight ass. Wave after wave of orgasm hit me. Breathing heavily, I lay against his back. As always the skin-on-skin soothed us. Lazily touching and stroking, we recovered from another mind-bending orgasm. Slowly, carefully, I pulled my cock out of his now well-used hole. Taking off the harness, I cuddled him close.
Touching him is one of my favorite cool-down activities. I love caressing him, soft in my favorite places, hard, like a man’s skin should be, in others. I reached lower skimming my fingers down his chest, across his tender nipples. Our mouths fuse perfectly. Our tongues touch and the fireworks start. Stroking his tongue with mine is a dance of mutual pleasure. Giving, taking, conquering, retreating, it’s seduction at its finest. As our kisses deepened, I could truly taste him, scent him and my heart settled. I KNOW this man. Kissing him, twining our tongues together only fed my hunger. As I was touching, caressing him, his hands were moving as well. Reaching down he flicked his fingers over my nipples. As I arched my back to give him better access, he pinched and pulled them. As soon as the pinch was painful, I bit him to show my approval. Bending over, he bit back. That was all it took for us to start a flurry of biting and scratching. As he sank his teeth in my breast, I raked my nails up his back and slid my pussy over his cock. Grabbing his head, I shoved my tongue down his throat. Pulling his head back, he bit my neck. My pussy instantly gushed juices on his cock. I pulled his head to the side so I could latch onto his jugular. Biting my neck harder and growling, he thrust his cock closer so it rubbed against my now sopping wet pussy. I retaliated by digging my nails in and pulling them across his shoulders. He grunted in pain. My pussy surged again. She started pulsing and throbbing in time to our breathing. I pushed him so he rolled to his back. I NEED to bite, scratch, to dominate, and to FUCK. He gave me the bites and scratches I needed to push me over the brink of my civility. Snarling, I bared my teeth at him and lunged for his chest. I bit, I bruised. Hissing, I ground my soaking wet pussy against his stiff cock. As he pulled my nipples, I moaned and poised my pussy over the tip. Taking the tip of my nipple in his mouth he bit. I slammed my pussy onto his cock. Pumping, thrusting, rocking, I drove his cock in and out of my drenched pussy. Sheer animalistic fucking took over. Snarls, growls, roars filled the room as we fucked. Putting my hands on his biceps, I dug my nails in, scoring his flesh, leaving half-moon impressions in his skin. Using his nails he raked furrows in my back. I bit, he bit back. Panting hard, I plunged my pussy onto his cock one final time; I flooded his cock in pussy juices and screamed as I came violently. Thrusting his cock as deep as it would go, roaring like the primal he is, he shot his hot thick cum deep in my pussy. I collapsed onto his chest. Breathing heavily, purring I rolled to his side. Looking deep into his eyes, I once again said, “Here’s to many, many more.”
Carol had been paid a healthy six figures for her work moving her former employer’s company to another city. They were already financially well off so this money would be used for their favorite common hobby, bondage, and chastity equipment to be used on Bob.
Bob is talented but he lacks some of the skill and equipment to produce the ultimate interactive bondage suit. Carol is an excellent technical sketch artist and a bit of an inventor but something on the level she wanted would need to be commissioned.
The total remote control is Carol’s ultimate dream. She wants one handheld unit the size of a TV remote to control everything. This will take a high level of technical skill and most of the systems must be bespoke.
Carol lurked in chat rooms and researched kink-friendly experts for months. Two names kept being mentioned so she narrowed her research to two. After her research, she attempted to contact them both.
One was a designer craftsman and artist from Argentina who was well known for his skills and creativity in leather and other fetish materials like latex. The other was an electronic and robotic genius. They both were known for their work in the normal world. The leather and latex craftsman created items that appeared in big-budget motion pictures and on celebrity red carpets. The electronic genius actually had his work roaming the surface of the moon and Mars.
Carol cut right to the chase and made her initial contact a series of her detailed sketches. This was enough to spur their interests. She then used a phrase that sealed the deal, “money is no object”.
After months of intense planning and emails, usually, while Bob was enjoying some sort of heavy bondage, they finally settled on a plan. First Bob was to be measured personally by both men. Both men had a flair for the dramatic and loved the idea of making this memorable and disorienting event for Bob. They lived in the same part of the country so the plan was to transport Bob to their area are and back again.
A few days later a package arrived with equipment for Bob’s trip. At the time specified Bob was groomed, cleaned out with several enemas, hydrated and filled with liquid nutrition. His eyes were fitted with blackout contact lenses the totally blocked all light and sight. Noise-canceling earplugs that blocked all sound.
The day and hour came so Bob was alone kneeling naked in the driveway waiting for his transportation. Soon the gate bell rang and Carol opened it remotely, a black SUV with a coffin-shaped storage bin bolted to the roof pulled in. it looked like any other SUV. A young couple stepped out opened the back door and pulled out a strange-looking folded cart. They unfolded it and centered the forks under the storage unit unbolted the storage box and lowered it to the driveway.
From the outside, it was a common storage bin, the kind used to store camping gear, surfboards or ski equipment. However when they opened it the inside was lined with latex. There was a perfectly shaped hole that would fit a naked man exactly Bob’s size. Bob was laid down into the man-shaped hole, a tube gag was inserted into his mouth and strapped behind his head.
The lid was lowered and the mouth tube was threaded through a hole to the outside. They then attached a bicycle pump to a valve on the side and pumped until the appropriate pressure was reached. Bob was completely immobilized between the air-filled chambers that suspended him away from the bottom of the container.
The container was again lifted and bolted to the roof and the cart stored away. Without hesitation, they were on the road heading for who knows where. Bob could feel the starts and stops bumps and turns. Some roads were rough and some were like floating. Soon Bob was lost in subspace. He actually dozed off for five minutes or maybe hours he completely lost track of time. He had no idea where he was or when he was and maybe who he was.
Suddenly the movement stopped and then after a while, it started again. Bob thought perhaps it was lunchtime. He had a chuckle thinking of all of the common roof storage units he had seen for years might have contained naked men or naked women. Finally, after some twists and turns, everything stopped.
The storage container was detached and lowered to the floor. The cool air rushed in as the lid was opened. He was quickly lifted by hands and feet to a table. His hands, feet, and neck were cuffed to the table then more straps went around his chest, waist and thighs.
Bob was rolled a long distance then into an elevator then into a padded room. The earbuds were replaced with a fresh charge set then he was unstrapped. He was put in a standing position with his arms stretched out straight with cuffs and chains attached to opposite walls. For the next hour he was poked and prodded, measured and remeasured from head to toe. Even his asshole was measured which was both awkward and concerning. A container was held under his chastity device until he pissed. Then he was given pills and a drink that tasted like one of Carol’s concoctions. He had been totally blind and deaf through the whole experience plus Bob was silent as he assumed he should be.
Again he was strapped to the cart and wheeled back to an elevator them back to the container. The gag was secured around his head then the lid of the storage box was attached again. The top and bottom compressed his body and suspended him in a cushion of air. It had been filled with more pressure then before that caused him to labor for his air.
Bob had to constantly focus on his breath so he probably wouldn’t be sleeping. This added pressure which caused Bob’s cock strain in his chastity device, then he remembered pills and the drink he had been given. The ride home would be more interesting for sure.
After a few hours on the road whatever it was kicked in fully. Bob began to hump and struggle in his bondage. His cock painfully strained against the metal bars of his device. They stopped again for what Bob imagined was to eat but before they started again they pumped a few more pounds into his latex bondage prison. Somehow they knew this was perfectly timed to drive him to another level. Bob was straining and sweating as the innocent-looking tube raced down the freeway at 75 mph.
By the time they arrived at the house, Bob was completely spent. The container was lowered and opened. He was positioned in exactly the spot he was picked up. The cool night air gave him a chill. He stayed perfectly still waiting for Carol.
Carol led him into the house and into the shower. She removed the earbuds and blackout contact lenses. She looked at his smile and delighted in his bewildered look. Then she asked him how his day had been? They ate dinner then she put Bob to bed in his sleep sack eyes taped, earplugs, her juices on his face and in his nose, her piss on his breath, and a pillowcase filled with a week’s worth of soiled sex and sweat-soaked underwear.
Another day in the life of Carol and Bob.
Bob and Carol receive the ultimate bondage suit.
After many many months of testing and adjustments, Carol received the finished product. Bob still had no idea what she had designed for him. all he knew was he had been transported several more times for measurements. Bob was always deaf, dumb, blind and subject to whatever they did. He had no idea where he went, what their names were or what they looked like. He wasn’t sure if they were male or female.
Things had been inserted and electrified, once his chastity device had been removed and a new one was fitted and tested. This was very awkward for him because he belonged totally to Carol. The only reason he submitted to the examinations was for her and her alone.
The thing Carol did to Bob was to give him an opportunity to prove to her his devotion. There was no space between them after almost 50 years of marriage. Bob wanted nothing more than living in the stress of this strong woman and spend his days showing off his willingness to suffer for her. Bondage in Bob’s mind was the most fun he could have. After a lifetime of tamping down his desire for bondage, he finally had the opportunity to have all he wanted and all he could endure.
Anyone reading this that understands this can probably relate to Bob. Many who read this will not get why Bob endures what he endures. Others will think Carol is mean, evil or crazy. If you understand this dynamic they share please read on.
Carol spent a very large amount of money for Bob’s commissioned bondage suit and gave the two men a bonus for their good work and the gas they used transporting Bob for measurements so dramatically.
The day came when Bob would experience his first day or days in his new suit. First Bob was not groomed for two weeks so his body had enough hair to wax. Carol tied Bob in a standing spread eagle as she waxed him from head to toe including his eyebrows. His body was washed and dried then his new Chastity device was installed. It had a belt downturned penis tube with a sound that slid inside his penis. The butt strap has a metal butt plug the fit easily. The belt had an array of hidden features, some were electrical and some were mechanical.
Pads with wires were placed on his body after the electrical jell was applied. The rest of his body was coated with a slippery silicone lubricant. Then he was untied. The lube helped to slide into the see-through amber custom-made catsuit.
A latex hood, gloves, and socks were added. The pads had snaps that matched up with snaps on the suit. Wires were attached to a wiring harness that led to the main connector at the small of his back. A leather suit that zipped open to allow Bob to lay face down then the legs and arms could be zipped. The zippers started at the wrist to the neck and the ankle to the tail bone. Another zipper started at the back of the neck down the back and around the butt crack to the front top of the chastity belt. All of these zippers lock.
Leather gloves fit over the hands and locked at the wrist. Bondage boots with thick soles lock at the ankle. The hood was a two-piece form-fitting leather-covered carbon fiber helmet. Before it was applied electronic earplugs were placed deep in his ear canal.
After an array of attachments, the helmet was locked on with several security screws. It had a clear round lens over each eye. The mouth was filled with a dental gag that was attached to the upper and lower teeth. A metal collar held the helmet upright and limited head movement.
There are attachment points everywhere each capable of being suspended. A carbon fiber plate was attached to the front and back of the suit. The knees and elbows also had hinged carbon fiber coverings. The power and control unit plugged into the wiring harness and hid nicely under the backplate.
Today was a test of the systems. Carol led Bob out to a spot in the lawn and set in a chair with the control and the operator’s manual. The first test was the systems in the helmet.
The control had a small microphone that allowed her to speak directly into Bob’s ear canal. No wires and no reason she couldn’t talk to him from anywhere in the world because it could be attached to a phone. It also had total black-out noise canceling, white noise, music, mind control frequencies, hypnosis and etc. It was programmed to create an illusion that she was moving around him whether she was or not. Voices, high heel clicks, electric taser sparking, whispers, whip cracks or anything she could dream up. It was like she was inside of his head, no sense of direction or distance, just a voice inside of Bob’s head.
The glass over the eyes could be electronically darkened instantly and each eye can be controlled separately. She could blur his vision, project a feed from an external camera, run a recorded scene or run a delay. VR was state of the art so Bob could experience completely different 3D interactive worlds. Carol could use the hand controls to interact in his VR world. The mind fucks with this feature can be endless. This was total control and manipulation of sight and sound, all remotely.
The mouth has a feeding tube that allows liquids to pass the taste buds. This can be used for forced feeding. Another tube empties just behind the teeth to allow him to taste other liquids like Carol’s warm piss. The mouth can be ratcheted open or locked closed remotely. Nose tubes reach deep in the nasal passage to keep the airways open and pass the sense of smell. There is a remote valve to control the amount of air that can pass both in and out.
There were sensors on Bob’s shaved head all around the skull to read Bob’s brain activity and transmit the data to a computer and monitor remotely. Other sensors monitored Bob’s bodily functions, BP, heart activity, breathing, oxygen level, erections and so on. This would allow Carol to know everything happening to Bob inside the suit. This would allow her to monitor Bob’s levels of stress both physical and mental plus his level of arousal and actually know the exact point of ejaculation. Endless edging is one of the control settings.
Bob could no longer hide anything, not even his anger. By monitoring these she can keep him one stroke away from release and can maintain this indefinitely with a simple program selection. One setting stops ejaculation with an electric shock to force Bob to hold back his ejaculation to avoid the shock or set it to firm and slow to simply keep him hard and endlessly frustrated, Carol’s favorite.
The chastity tube had a system of soft rubber spikes similar to a FleshLight except these soft spikes moved in patterns up and down his cock and vibrate. They were lubricated with silicone and something that kept him extra sensitive. The metal sound allowed him to piss through the attached catheter without sensation. The electrified sound, ball cup, scrotum ring and butt plug could also be used.
Another feature was an internal corset. With the push of a button, Bob’s waist would be compressed to several intensities. Fun to use during enema play. The butt plus had a port on the outside of the suit that worked with a simple snap in connection. The plug could be inflated inside and out of Bob’s asshole to seal it tight to prevent leakage inside of the suit. Any liquid could be injected and extracted with absolutely no mess.
Other pads were located on Bob’s leg muscles. They could be stimulated to contract with a simple touch. The knees and elbows could be locked in any position with the hinged carbon fiber joints. There were magnetic metal plates located in strategic points in the suit. Bob could be secured by these in any place the electromagnetic plates were installed around the house and property. One-touch and the powerful 1500 pound magnets would hold him until the power was turned off.
One feature was located at the front of Bob’s throat. Bob had to stay totally silent or he would receive a shock. This was willful attempts to speak or involuntary cries of pain or pleasure. The boots had retractable spikes that operated remotely, no unauthorized walking and no escape.
There were other features but these were the basics. Carol was in her element reading through the thick manual and testing every feature and setting. Bob spent the first 12 hours being put through the extremes of the suit. All of the systems could run simultaneously so Carol kept Bob on the firm and slow sexual frustration setting while she tested other systems. She dreamed up bondage positions, mind fucks with the cameras and ran random disorienting audio programs. She fed him through the stomach tube, pissed into the tasting tube and controlled his oxygen levels. The enema was a special concoction with an herbal aphrodisiac.
At the end of the day Bob was completely exhausted. He still had a smile and thank you for Carol when she removed the helmet and latex hood. They showered then she put Bob to bed in his leather sleep sack, her sex on his face and in his nose, her piss on his breath, earplugs, eye tape and a pillow case over his head filled with a week’s worth of sweat and sex-filled panties.
Carol washed the latex suit and equipment. She hung up the suit and recharged the battery packs. Then she went to her office to study the manual for the next day of testing. Tomorrow will be focused on Bob’s brain function but for now he needs a good night’s rest.
The final summary
Bob and Carol have found the ultimate retirement hobbies. A few people understand a basic spice up the bedroom BDSM lifestyle but even fewer understand lifestyle chastity, Female Led Relationships, Dominant/submissive dynamics or sadism and masochism. Bob and Carol have an even rarer form of kinky play, a loving D/s dynamic centered around their mutual love for heavy bondage and life style chastity.
Bob has spent his life craving bondage. He has no clue why or how it happened. He has tried to ignore this urge but it was useless. He has overwhelmed prior relationships with his obsession for heavy bondage. He has absolutely no desire to dominate or control another person and certainly doesn’t have any real desire to tie someone up but he will if asked. In fact he can be a great service top if someone tells him exactly what they want.
He has absolutely no urge to be feminized or humiliated but he has a natural submissive nature to serve only one woman, Carol. Subconsciously these two were drawn to each other. They were unaware how perfectly matched they were. Bob hid his bondage cravings from Carol because he feared he might ruin what they had. For many years they built careers raised a family, enjoyed each other’s company and had a great sex life.
Carol is the first born in a large family. She grew up to be strong-willed, studious, athletic, competitive with an inventive engineering mind. She needs everything to be in order and everything in it’s place. She is very private but not shy. She is clear about what she wants and how she wants it done. She expects respect, absolute loyalty, admires inner strength and total devotion. This describes her own character.
Bob and Carol fit together perfectly because of their complimenting personalities and natures. They never realized where this match up might take them. Because Carol likes everything in it’s place and under her control, putting Bob in bondage made total sense to her. In addition, It was much more then liking control, it was a deep fetish.
Bob and Carol hid their cravings for decade after decade until they finally retired. This brings us back to chapter one.
The reason I write about this subject is that I assume there are other men exactly like me. I am like Bob and this is a fantasy based on a relationship I was in for ten amazing years. I feel for the guy out there tamping down a lifelong craving for bondage. In a lifelong search to find that perfect woman who would accept their submissive natures and their craving for bondage and lifestyle chastity play.
Scene BDSM is fun but lifestyle BDSM is life turned up to 11 (Spinal Tap). Behind all of the stress, pain, discomfort and suffering there is beauty. It is the opportunity for Bob to show off. Carol gets to witness the bending of a powerful strong-willed man to her will. She only needs to ask, point or desire a thing and Bob will endure it, achieve it, build it or destroy it.
The idea that submissive men are weak cowardly wimps is sometimes true but a man who willfully submits to a strong woman is a different thing. If she were physically stronger she could make him a slave but if she can’t and he submits willingly aligning all of his strengths and skills for her to access and control, that is a much different story.
Today there are no dragons to kill. A strong man can’t show off to his fair lady by killing one. Bob and Carol have found this on the field of bondage and chastity.
Consent may not be apparent by how things appear, but it is always there between Bob and Carol.
They are aligning their energy in one direction nothing is wasted on conflict. The bondage and chastity are a fetish for them both so it is key to their relationship. In other words, doing things to a person is much different and takes more energy than doing something with a person. Bob and Carol challenge each other to go even farther
Porn is boring but reading a well-written story can unleash the imagination. The debate about reality and fantasy is silly because if you think about it every story is a little bit fantasy. Sometimes things are described that are physically impossible or impractical, I have crossed that line at times. What I have been truthful about is the D/s dynamic between Bob and Carol because I have lived it.
Bob and Carol will live out their days exploring and living in the extremes. Bob in chastity, sometimes bondage and Carol will continue inventing new ways to test his devotion.
Picture an old couple you have seen in a grocery store or restaurant, and imagine he is locked in a chastity device and she has the key on a necklace. Then imagine later that night her tucking him away in a leather sleep sack fastened to the bed beside her. Years later Bob passes away and she has him buried in his chastity belt. Carol searches for a young couple to will their bondage gear to.
Carol spends her remaining years missing Bob and writing down their amazing love story.
In the year 2076 five handwritten volumes of her memoirs are discovered in a storage box at an antique auction. A man bought the entire box of random books and brought it home to his wife who was a book collector. His wife discovered the memoirs and spent the next several days reading them.
That Friday afternoon her husband came home from his last day of work because he had finally retired. His wife kissed him then looked him in the eyes and asked if he had any plans for his retirement hobbies? He shrugged his shoulders. She smiled and said I have a few ideas…
