The Best of Cuckold Stories - CUCKOLD JOURNEY
The next morning began in a glow of soft sunlight that filtered through the gauze curtains on the East side of the house. It was after eleven before either of the women were out of bed. I had completed nearly all of my cleaning and had the preparations for the afternoon meeting well underway, when I decided to take a break and get in the shower. It was another ten minutes and I was carefully shaving my face, chest and genitals. This didn’t take long, due to my reluctant body hairs. I splashed a bit of body powder onto my scrotum and tightly wrapped the nude colored stretch tape around their base. I continued this process until they were bulging straight out in front of me and the words, “Douche Bag” could be plainly seen. I then clipped the ring in the tip of my penis to the higher ring that hung from just below my navel, stretching the penis painfully until the two rings snapped together. In just this much time enough blood was pumped into the penis to relieve the pressure and by the time I pulled my balls out of their hole in my full cut shear panties so that they would be properly displayed my penis was throbbing with desire. For the first time in many weeks, perhaps because of the stimulation of the previous evening I felt the urgent need to relieve the pent up sexual stress that had gone unsatisfied for many months. For a few moments all of my momentum drained away as I tried to catch my breath and choke back a sob of disappointment that bordered on a feeling of despair. A slave has occasional moments like this, when suddenly he or she loses track of the source of their happiness and briefly feels adrift without motivation to continue. Suddenly, life seems pointless and I wonder what I am doing here in this house ignominiously serving these hedonistic egotists, who care nothing for me as a man.
My head was facing downward while I moped about my situation and my eyes were slowly filling with tears. Then, through the haze of liquid, my fuzzy eyes focused on a pair of Margarite’s panties (the pink satin and lace ones), that had been thrown casually onto the bathroom floor. Automatically, I bent down to pick them up and, gathering them into my fingers, I lifted them off the floor and brought them up to my nose as I have always done, since the first day of my slavery. My nostrils filled with her fragrance, so complex and womanly, as well as the foreign but familiar smell of other men‘s spunk. The mixture of the two scents was powerful and disturbing, but it only served to capture my imagination once again. Gradually the magic of her allure flooded into my brain and I could feel the power of her presence permeate into my being. One by one, the switches clicked on in my mind as energy was restored to me. I quickly finished combing my hair (downward all around- like a little Dutch boy, because that’s the way she likes it) and pulled open the bathroom door. Suddenly I was full of images of her dominating feminine being. I felt lucky to be small and insignificant before her and lucky to be her servant. If semen were to rise up from my shaft it would be at her willing. My throbbing desire would be relieved or not as she wishes. Suffering and joy were again suffused. Pulling on my apron I went about the final preparations for the tea. The women would be arriving by three O Clock.
There were twenty six women in the room, and, like any group of women, they seemed to be talking all at once. The room was alive with their humming conversations and the air punctuated with the occasional sound of wine goblets striking the side of dinner plates. I was quietly resting in a chair next to a vacant podium, dreamily listening to the magic of the feminine communion going on around me and breathing in the air-born aroma of their combined perfumes. Dr. Pam was scheduled to begin speaking at around five o-clock. I was to be the topic of her speech, or the subject of her demonstration- which ever approach she chose to take. I was not concerned about what would happen next. I was well aware by now that such things were none of my business. Soon I was alerted to the sound of Dr Pam taking her place at the dais and adjusting the microphone for her stature.
“Good afternoon ladies,” she began assertively, “I hope you have enjoyed this marvelous repast with as much appreciation as I. Thank you Margarite, for all of your hard work preparing for this occasion.” I looked over at Lindy and caught the subtle rolling of her eyes. We both knew, in fact, everyone in the room knew full well that Margarite had done nothing to prepare for this event. Margarite did absolutely no work in this house, nor did she ever intend to. We would do the work; she would receive the praise. Lindy had not completely adapted to this idea and still struggled like a child to rectify the injustice, which she knew ran counter to her submissiveness. I, on the other hand basked in the feeling of insignificance, which washed over me during such a public snub. A depraved spark erupted in my mellow mood as I listened to learn in what direction my fate was headed in the next few minutes.
“I wish to demonstrate for you this afternoon the astounding success of our esteemed Mistress Margarite. Sitting to my left is Bobbie, whom you all know because of his many skills, not the least important of which, is his quiet accepting demeanor in the face of any and all demands- whether fact or fancy- if indeed they are the product of a feminine mind and represent the feminine will. Many of you may not know that Margarite and Bobbie have been happily married for twelve years.” At this point a few gasps could be heard coming from the back of the room. “But you all know that Margarite is a very sexually active women. She contends to me that save for the early cuckolding of Bobbie, the achievement we are celebrating here today could never have occurred.” The room then filled with the thunder of determined applause. “Step on to the box, Bobbie.”
As I stepped on to the wooden box that stood in front of the crowd of women I could feel the pressure of their beautiful assertive eyes looking through me with the relentless knowledge of my abject servitude. Dr. Pam signaled to Lindy to begin the demonstration.
As she approached me I could see that she was reaching for my balls, which, of course , were protruding out of the front of my panties. “As you all know the typical subservient male is driven by his sexual desires. Therefore, he must be kept in a constant state of unfulfillment. As soon as he is allowed to ejaculate, his pathetic little worm after twitching and squirming for a few seconds recedes back into the lazy comfort of his scrotum and all interest is lost in being submissive. Of course, this cannot be allowed, or we would all end up doing our own laundry and house hold chores.” Laugher erupted nervously from the ladies, who were all too aware of the dangers posed by such a breech of behavior. “However (and now Lindy was rapidly stroking my penis) Bobbie’s training has been so thorough, his humiliation so complete, that such is no longer the case for him.” Now Lindy was relentlessly jacking me off. I could see that she did not intend on stopping- as she always had before, per Margarite’s explicit instructions. As the semen began to rise in my shaft I was flooded with shame and disappointment, for I knew that I would fail to prevent an orgasm. The feeling was so foreign to me by now that I felt nothing like the hopeful expectation you might expect. Instead, I felt only fear and shame as my penis began to twitch and spurt under the expert fingers of Lindy’s hand. She had not lowered my see-through panties, but merely stretched her hand under the elastic of the leg band and gripped my penis from below. Now she pumped the semen with vigorous demanding strokes, until my panties were soaked with come and the penis withered and useless. Then she slipped the panties down my legs and I stepped out of them. Quickly she wiped all of the remaining jism from my cock and balls and stood up directly in front of me. Open, she motioned with her lips, and I opened my mouth to receive the gooey mess in my mouth. Shut, she whispered, and I shut my mouth. Wash!, she mouthed the word and I began swirling the thin cum-soaked panties around in my mouth, sucking away the semen as ordered.
“Now you will see that in bobby’s case there is no reduction in slavish devotion even after a complete and uncontrolled ejaculation- this despite the fact that it has been many months since he has been permitted to have even a modest male orgasm.” At this point Lindy, who was already standing beside me on the platform, turned away from me and bent over, sticking her rear end out while keeping her feet close together. This bunched her buttocks provocatively. Next she lowered her panties and reached around for a handful of my hair, which she gripped tightly, pulling my face up in front of her rectum. Without any apparent effort, she placed my nose exactly in her ass hole and, keeping her eyes directly in front of her, gave a little shrug and let a shy smile spread broadly across her face as she relaxed into a pleasurable stance. Behind me, Jane approached, wearing leather chaps and cowgirl boots. It was only the surprised sounds of the crowd that alerted me to her presence, and I could not see what she was wearing or what she was doing at that time as I was staring at Lind’s ass cheeks. I did see Dr. Pam descend from the podium briefly to place her empty water glass between my legs. Then I felt Jane working Vaseline into my ass, pushing extra gobs of it upwards into my colon. Next came the insistent head of a rather large strap-on dildo, and I quickly became aware that it was bigger than anything that I had been trained to accept in the past. Deeply it was being thrust into me and smoothly, but too fast at first, for I could not adjust my self to fit it. Instead, it adjusted me, continuously pushing, deeper and deeper inside of me.
“Now you will notice that Bobbie continues to react as a male might be expected to. Once his prostate is adequately stimulated his penis will begin to drip semen.” The pain was excruciating and I could not feel any sexual feelings as Jane kept up the monotonous rhythm of anal assault . Even so I began to feel the familiar tug of gravity as my penis began to grow and the heavy ring in its tip resisted with its substantial weight. I was next aware of the delighted whispers as the women in the nearest chairs began to point out the large drops of cum that gathered in the water glass between my legs. Dr. Pam ‘s demonstration was proceeding with the precision of military exercise- even though the main exhibit had no knowledge of what was supposed to happen.
Jane continued her probing in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper and deeper into my anus. The pain was gradually building, but she was an expert at fucking submissive men. Each time my tolerance managed to catch up with the pain, she would push a little harder, always staying ahead. I could feel the cum draining from my body as my prostate reacted to the insistent milking. As all this was happening I could still hear the speaker’s voice as she continued to expound on the methods of Margarite’s training of her slaves. The words had dissolved their meaning into distant sounds of an unknown but vaguely familiar language. Jane was ramming my ass violently now and my nose was bouncing in and out of Lindy’s rectum. Still, I valiantly maintained the position of my head in between the succulent cheeks of her young and beautiful ass.
Finally the fucking stopped and I was overwhelmed with a wave of dull but powerful pain- so much that I felt myself begin to faint. Swaying uncertainly, even though the pressure and the probing had vanished I thought I heard a hushed gasp coming from the spectators as I collapsed on to the platform, the room reeling around me. The pain slowly ebbed and was gradually replaced in my consciousness by the sweet pleasure of embarrassed pride as I began to take in the degree to which I was being publicly humiliated by these minions of my wonderful Margarite. I was beginning to realize that this was the single most humiliating thing that had ever been done to me- I guess because of all of the women who were witnesses off it. It is typical for me to imagine humiliating or painful situations orchestrated by Margarite for her entertainment, and I always wonder if I would have the fortitude to behave as I am expected. But as I lay there on the platform, half asleep with pleasurable emptiness, a quiet smile spread across my face as I slowly realized that I was strong enough and sincere enough to complete any task that she might require.
I opened my eyes to the sight of a nylon stocking covered ankle, which looked very familiar and was attached to a beloved foot that nestled into a strikingly sexy high healed shoe. An awareness came over me of exquisite joy as I realized that Margarite was standing over me and might bless me with some form of attention. I can honestly say that I enjoyed in one way or another any and all privations and punishments I had received this day and all previous days by Lindy, Dr. Pam and others authorized by my beautiful wife to entertain themselves at my expense, but these experiences, as pleasurable and exciting as they may be were pitiful shadows of any act of her will and power administered directly. Now it was with this kind of infatuated awe that I watched as she removed the shoe from her right foot and placed the foot in the up-turned glass that contained a surprising quantity of jism freshly milked from me by the merciless lesbian with her strap-on dildo.
“Place the butt plug,” said Margarite to Jane. My awe was then punctuated by the insertion of a plug that was plunged to the hilt in no more than a single second. I opened my mouth in surprise at the renewed pain and saw the tip of Margarite’s foot, drenched as it was in my own spunk, moving toward my face. Then she deftly removed the soaked panties from my mouth and first spreading them upside down, place them over the top of my head, where they covered my eyes and nose, but left my mouth free to receive her foot. “Suck it clean Bobbie!” The sound of her voice was like a song sung only to me. I waited my whole life for her next command and felt generally deprived because of the long periods of time I would sometimes have to wait to hear the comforting authority of her voice again. My mouth fitted over the toes of her foot like a glove and I felt the wet texture of my milk. The simultaneous feeling that grew within me was the joy and abandonment which always accompanied my act of fulfilling her desires. This was the fountain of my pleasure as I moved to my knees and dutifully sucked and then licked her foot until no taste of my ejaculate remained on the shiny surface of her nylon glad foot or the shiny patent leather of her shoe.
As soon as the universal applause died slowly to a respectful anticipation, Dr. Pam completed her remarks by saying, “This man’s training is now complete. You may think of Bobbie as a model slave, consider his besotted state of complete humiliation a worthy goal, but Ladies, I must warn you, do not be too disappointed when you discover that your subject is lacking in the dedication and fortitude shown here today. Such a slave is rare and should be much valued.” The final applause ended and the crowd of women turned quickly to other concerns. Individual conversations erupted with enthusiasm as new topics were broached and I quickly realized that I was again being completely ignored as though my very existence had evaporated. I slowly rose to my feet, noticing, of course, the stiff appendage that remained lodged in my ass and limped happily into the bathroom.
I worked late into the night, picking up all of the dishes and folding chairs. It was nearly midnight when I was able to go to bed. Climbing under the sheets of my simple mattress on the bare floor of the basement I could finally shut my eyes. I felt completely content with my special place in this household. Upstairs Lindy had long since gone to bed (to get her beauty rest), and I knew that Margarite was waiting up for Ralph who would return any moment from his business trip. He would be tired but I knew he would still want to fuck my beautiful, sexy wife, and I knew that Margarite was very hot. I knew my darling wife inside and out. The power and pride she displayed at the meeting was just the surface of her feelings. The articles of clothing I had collected from her bedroom floor as she changed into Ralph’s favorite black lingerie, included the panties she had worn that day, which were dripping wet at the crotch. This was my reward for all of my toiling in the kitchen and at the tables and the total pain and humiliation, which I had suffered during the demonstrations. I lifted the precious fabric to my nose and inhaled the glorious scent of the mistress of my world.
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