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