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My Gift

  

  

Synopsis: After 30 years of marriage, a husband submits himself to his wife as a gift. Together they re-ignite passion for each other and create a whole new relationship, where he is nothing more then her slave and cuckold and she grows to be a strict and demanding Mistress and femdom Wife.

  

  

  

  

 

January

 

We had been married for 30 years and our lives were pretty much routine and average.  We had a nice simple house, big yard, two dogs, a cat, and were very much like every other house in the neighbourhood.  I had a normal job with a little stress but nothing over whelming.  She had her own job that she really did not need.  She kept working just so she could get a discount and not get bored.  But all of that changed last New Year’s Eve.  It all changed because for my Christmas present, I asked to be her slave for a year.

 

We had played sexual games in the past.  Sometimes she would capitulate and give into my desires to be submissive.  Sometimes she just felt horny and wanted sex on her terms without all the fuss and bother.  She was not into bondage, whips, or pain.  She was not even that much into hedonistic pleasures.  She liked things on the level with a little give and take, some sharing, and mostly mutual pleasure.  She liked to please me sexually and it gave her a great deal of joy to watch me moan and groan my way through an orgasm.  She wanted to see me happy.

 

On Christmas day we opened our gifts.  Movies, books, and a sweater for me – jewelry, music, and games for her were the usual shared items.  I guess she sensed something was missing when while having a drink before going out to an afternoon Christmas supper she asked, “There was something else you wanted, wasn’t there?”

 

I am not sure if she thought I would have liked another physical item like a sweater or a painting.  Instead I responded that “I would have liked to have a gift that would see us happier as a couple.”  I wanted her to have the passion of newness that we would have experienced when we were dating.  I wanted her to be sensually reborn to be open to passions that she thought had disappeared from her life.  I braved the moment and said, “It would have made me the happiest to give myself to you to be used for your total pleasure.”

 

 “Whatever do you mean?” she asked while we drove downtown to our traditional Christmas dinner. 

 

“I would like to shed our roles of husband and wife and give myself to be used by you for your pleasure without any expectations of what I would get” I said.  “I would like to give you the opportunity to be as spoiled as you like, to do as you like, and the freedom to experiment to find out what you would want without inhibition.”

 

“And what would you get out of such a gift?” she asked. 

 

“It would be my pleasure to see you happy” I replied.  “I want to be able to surrender myself to you.  It would mean that my only focus would be your pleasure.”

 

“Wouldn’t you be unhappy?” she said with concern.

 

“I would be unhappy if you were not pleased.  I may be unhappy if I could not help you to achieve your pleasures.  I would be unhappy if I failed you.”

 

We continued our discussion over dinner.  She was curious about the logistics of such a gift.  Who would pay the bills?  I would and that I would mean I would have to continue working.  Who would be responsible for the household chores we split 50/50?  I would be willing to take on the chores under her direction.  What about our friends?  They may see a difference in our relationship but there is no need to involve them.  Then she asked the big question, what if I disagree with her?  I said that my gift was to surrender to her judgment.  If she wanted to do something, and I did not agree with it, I would ask if she wanted my council but she was not obliged to take it.  And if such a situation was intolerable, we would come up with a ‘punishment’ and my gift to her would be revoked.  If that happened, we would never try this experiment again.

 

I did not like the idea of closing the door to my fantasies but she wanted to ensure that this is something that I would not take lightly.  We continued our dinner and moved on to more mundane topics leaving the discussion of my gift behind.  The next day was Boxing Day, and after we went for a run to the mall to buy some Boxing Day sale treasures, she returned to the topic of my gift.  We talked about the details of such a gift.  She thought that she could not just jump right into the roles and that a transitional period was required.  I was delighted that she was giving the idea a second thought.  She also thought that it would be necessary for me to compose a list of things that I would be receptive to, not receptive of, or some way of letting her respectfully know that she is doing something she should not. 

 

Then she turned to me and said, “I am willing to accept your gift.”  I nearly fell off my chair; instead I got up and gave her a great big kiss.  I was happy as a school boy.  She then said we have some planning and some work to do.  I was instructed to go make my lists and she wanted to check some web sites.  I created a list of fantasies that I have had about offering my services to a beautiful woman.  The things that I was not receptive to included anything that had to do with children, was illegal, would prevent me from earning a living, or would embarrass people not involved with our lifestyle.  She reviewed my list and asked if anything that was not on the list was then allowable?  Just to be sure, I was to keep the list for the next 24 hours and add more to it as I considered my situation. 

 

We did not talk much for the next day, I kept revising my list to include even the most blatant of fetishes that I did not think I could do.  She came to me and said that she wanted me to clean out our much cluttered smallest bedroom and try to remove everything possible out of the room.  She reviewed my list and smiled.  She then said that my “escape phrase was ‘Mel Brooks is a no talent shit’”.  It was the last thing I would ever say and so she would know that I was serious.  If I wanted to go on with this gift, she would start it on New Years Eve when the New Year began at midnight.

 

On New Years evening we cuddled on the couch and drank champagne until the stroke of mid-night.  As the television counted down the seconds, she kissed my lips and thanked me for her gift.  Frankly, celebrating another New Year is not a big deal for us, but tonight at midnight we made love in the glow of the fireplace and television.  She came before I did and as soon as she came she slipped off me and stood over me.  She was ready to go to bed so she instructed me to clean up our New Years drinks and treats and then go to sleep in the little bed room.  I pointed out that there was no bed any more in the room and she said that she was aware of that and that I should sleep on the floor.  I was to wake her up at nine am with a small breakfast in bed for her.

 

  

The next morning I brought her coffee, toast and a little chocolate into her bedroom.  She moved to the head of the bed so that she could sit up in a nest of pillows.  I was instructed to slip in between her legs and lick her pussy.  She finished her toast and coffee and got up to go to the bathroom.  As she went into the ensuite she instructed me to follow her.  I was to kneel at the side of the toilet as she peed.  Then I was instructed to hand her the tissue.  She dried herself and then returned to bed with me in tow.  She sat up in the bed again and I resumed licking her labia’s lips.  She tasted a little salty as she said that each morning I am to awake her and then wait kneeling in the bathroom for her. 

 

As she described what my routine duties would be; such as cleaning the house, setting out her clothes, helping her get dressed, and such, she had a back arching orgasm.  We then went out to the kitchen to start our day.  I was still wearing the clothes I had slept in overnight.  This would clearly not do because she said that from now on I am to be naked or in whatever clothes she wants me to wear.  If she does not tell me what to wear, then I am to assume that I should be nude. 

 

For the next week I got used to my life.  One morning I was late to work because I was waiting for her to come to the bathroom and she fell back to sleep.  I was getting kind of stiff from sleeping on the floor and it was also kind of cold too.  So she decided that I could have an old blanket and one of the dog’s old pillows.  She thought that because I was usually naked, I was not to sit on any of the furniture.  I would only sit on the floor which she liked because I would be available to rub her feet.

 

She decided that my gift will have the duration of one year.  Over that year she will have all the control.  We will stop the process at the end of one month, three months, six months and a year to make sure that everything is okay.  Those are the only times that I may address her as an equal and that is the only time that I may lodge a complaint about what she is doing or has done.  Then she told me that she loved me and very much appreciated my gift to her.  She didn’t want to damage our relationship but she too realized we needed something to spark it up.

 

The week after New Years, she instructed me to take some time off work and meet her downtown.  We had a lovely lunch and then went to an office building.  It was our lawyer’s office where we processed our wills and mortgage.  She told him that she was worried about a possible legal action coming against me and just to be safe she wanted to have the lawyer put all of our assets in her name.  The lawyer looked to me and I agreed.  So as we left his office, I had nothing.  This was her first step to ensure that I did not rescind my gift.  The second step was to occur later that afternoon, she arranged for a very young looking call girl to meet us.  For $200 she had the girl tie me up and simulate making love to me.  After two rolls of film, the girl was dismissed.  My wife put the photos of what looks like sex with a minor and the papers that gave everything to my wife put me in a place where my work would be destroyed and future unclear if they ever got out.

 

We stopped for tea and she told me that she did not think it was right that I should call her by her name or even pet names anymore.  From now on I am to call her Mistress or Milady.  If we are in public, I may address her as Miss or Dear.  She also said that she wanted to do something to me that would be a blatant reminder that I was her gift.  She also said it was time to ‘call a spade – a spade’ and that I am to be her ‘slave’. 

 

She said that as a slave, I am to have no rights to my body.  She wanted to do something so that I wouldn’t look like her husband of thirty years.  We left the tea shop and went to a body piercing store.  There were not many people in the store.  A couple of guys were there to get tattoos, and a girl wanted to have a piercing in her eyebrow.  Mistress saw a girl behind the counter and told her that we wanted to have my nose pierced.  Milady said in a joking way that “he was such a bull in the bedroom; he should have a nose ring”.  The girl laughed and obliged by piercing my septum.  She put in a little straight bar that was almost invisible for me to use during those times I didn’t want to show my ring.  For the rest of the time I would have a one inch gold ring dangling from my nose. 

 

I was not allowed to try the ring for a week while my nosed healed but once it did, I was required to change my nose piercing to the ring as soon as we came into the house.  One time I did the reverse and rushed out of the house forgetting to remove the ring.  I realized what I did once I checked the rear view mirror of the car.

 

After a couple of weeks of service in the bathroom, Mistress said that she should not be the one cleaning herself after she uses the toilet.  She instructed me on how to clean her.  Also, I would not attend her only in the morning, but I must attend her every time she uses our facilities at home.  I was also rather horny because we had not made love since New Years Eve, and I think she was too, because one day I came home from work and she instructed me to meet her in the bedroom.  Since I was wearing no clothes it was clearly evident that I was ready to make love to my Mistress.  She instructed me to lie on her bed and tied my wrists to the bedposts and my ankles to the footboard.  She kissed my cock and sucked on it for a moment or two.  When I started to twitch, she stopped and got off of me.  When she returned she was nude.  She straddled my stretched body and put her wet pussy to my nose.  I could feel her hands on my cock; softly rubbing it up and down.  Then I felt her put a condom on my member.  This was odd because all the time we were married I never wore a condom.  The last time I had a sleeve on was when I was in college.  Then she put on another, and another, and another.  She put five or six condoms on my cock and then turned towards me and mounted my member.  I could see her rock up and down on me, and feel her weight as she moved, but I couldn’t feel her pussy hold me.  The rubber reduced any sensation I had in my cock so I could only stay hard but not cum.  She smiled down at me and said “Slave you are nothing but a fuck toy to me.”

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She left me in the room for an hour or two, but through out the rest of the evening she would come in, ride my cock to an orgasm for her, and then leave.  It was nice laying on a bed rather than the floor even if my arms and legs were stretched.  Satisfied with her evening she came in, untied me and instructed me to go clean up the kitchen and then go to my bedroom.  I was not to remove the condoms; she wanted to see if they would stay on all night.  The next day she came into my room before I was to get up and wake her up and she saw that I was still asleep with my hand on my cock.  She watched as I stroked myself in my sleep.  She quickly went out and grabbed a cold glass of water and tossed it on me.  I woke up startled and apologized for not waking her up in time.  But she said that she was not mad at me for not waking her but she was upset that I was playing with her toy.  It was not longer my cock but her cock and she should decide what I do with it.  As punishment she took me to the shower.  I was instructed to kneel between her legs as she straddled my head.  “Open your mouth” she instructed.  A slow trickle turned into a stream as she directed her pee into my mouth.  Every so often she would slow down and instruct me to swallow.  When she was done I was instructed to lick her dry.  I dried her clean but she didn’t move.  Instead she cramped her sphincter and farted in my face.  She instructed me to stay kneeling in the shower for the rest of the night and she closed the shower stall door.  I woke up the next morning when she turned the cold spray on me and I was allowed to return to my new normal duties.

 

The next time she went to the washroom, she decided that rather than peeing in the toilet she wanted to use my mouth.  This soon became our normal routine and I learned to drink her hot urine without having to stop for swallowing. 

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It had been a month since I had given myself to her.  In that time she stopped making love to me, treated me like a servant, and used me as a toilet.  But on the last day of the month, she introduced me to my new friend, a chastity device.  It is called a CB-6000 and will stop me from touching her cock.  I was tied down on the bed again and she kissed my cock to hardness again.  I licked her pussy and she mewed with delight.  She caressed my balls and I was in heaven.  Then without any warning she reached over the end of the bed and pulled out a bag of frozen peas.  My cock shrunk like a swim in a cold lake.  She slipped my cock into the cage and closed it up with its locking ring.  Then I heard that snap of a lock closing, she now really did own my cock.

 

She turned to me and smiled; “now your cock really is mine!”  I asked, “Milady, where do you keep the key and she replied “Wouldn’t you like to know”. 

 

 

 

 

February

 

Our first month was a ‘getting to know you’ period where my mistress was becoming used to her new power.  In the past month she became accustomed to having me sleep in another room, to have her pussy licked every morning, to use me as her personal urinal, to consider my cock her secure locked up toy and to have me as her personal servant and house cleaner.  She no longer considers me her husband of 30 years and instead treats me like her personal slave.  It had been one month since her gift began and it was time for our first review.  She instructed me to wear a white t-shirt, blue jeans, no underwear, and a pair of shoes as we were going to have our meeting in a restaurant. 

 

I dressed as directed and we went to her favourite Italian restaurant.  Once there she ordered herself chicken marsala and a glass of wine.  She told the waitress that I was on a diet and would have focaccia bread and a glass of very dry wine.  We reviewed our situation and I told her that I was happy with the way things were going with the exception of having my cock locked up.  I was feeling really horny and frustrated that I didn’t see any relief in sight.  She said that she was happy too.  She was very surprised that she liked using me as her toilet but didn’t like the idea of kissing my mouth any more.  She also said that she found it wonderful that we only had sex on her terms and happy not to give me blow jobs.  She asked me if I wanted to continue or use my safe phrase and I said that it was not necessary and would be happy to go on.

 

She instructed the waitress to put what was left of her meal into a doggie bag and we left the restaurant for home.  Once we got home I undressed, replaced the ring in my nose and attended to Milady.  She had raced off to the bathroom while I changed; when I came in to the toilet she had emptied her bowels.  She leaned forward onto the counter and exposed her dirty rear to me.  “Clean me up” she instructed as I reached for some tissue paper.  “No, use your tongue” she corrected my actions.  I held my breath and began to lick the shit from her rear.  In a few minutes I finished and she was clean.  She turned to me and saw some of her fecal matter on my cheek.  She laughed, “Christ, you will do anything.”  I washed my face and joined her in the living room. 

  

I sat by her feet, rubbing them softly as we watched TV.  Then she reached over me into a small bag and pulled out a leather collar.  She passed the collar over my head and attached it around my neck.  “This is now part of your slave attire.   You will wear it always at home and when you attend me outside the house.  You do not have to wear it at work unless you are going to wear a closed shirt.  I have also decided that you should remove all your body hair below the collar.  She gave me some money to go to Wal-Mart and purchase some hair depilatories.  I came home with the receipts and the change.  She directed me to go use the hair remover and after my shower to return for her inspection.  When I came out of the shower she directed me to go on hands and knees on the table.  She gave me an incredible inspection.  She had me open my mouth to ensure I brushed my teeth after cleaning her.  Then she checked for hair left over from the remover.  It had been over two weeks since I felt her touch on my body.  She found a missed spot on my back where one by one she yanked each one out.  I jumped with each pull causing her to giggle.  Then she spread my rear cheeks.  “Oh My God! Look at the fur here!”  One by one for the next twenty minutes she yanked out the hair from around my ass hole.  Tears formed in my eyes but I held off from complaining.  I gave off a little yelp now and then and she laughed at my predicament.  When she was done with her inspect, she insisted that I stay on all fours on the table top.  Her fingers drummed the hard red plastic case that covered my penis.  I could feel her breath on my smooth balls as she moved closer. 

 

Then I felt her nails dig into the sac holding my testicles.  She laughed as she scratched me.

 

My mistress did not have any experience in hurting me or anyone else.  Earlier in our marriage we had tested the bdsm waters but she just could not bring herself to cause me pain.  But now something changed.  As my gift to her, she discovered that it was okay to hurt me.  In truth, she found something enjoyable in the process of causing me pain.  When she saw that plucking out my hair strand by strand pleased her; she decided that she must explore this part of her more.  She began the process by having me make a St. Andrew’s cross in my room.  I am an acceptable carpenter and the cross was an easy build.  I made a frame on the floor that would offer support and allow the cross to be free standing.  Then I installed sunken rings and various parts of the cross.  I sanded and painted the 2x8” crosses that formed the ‘X’ with three coats of royal purple (her favourite colour).  She was quite pleased when she came into my room.  But after reviewing the construction she wanted a few additions.  First there would be coarse sand paper glued to the center where my bottom would rest if my back were up against the boards.  Second, a layer of coarse sandpaper would go where the soles of my feet would be at the base.  The idea is not for me to be comfortable.

 

I stood, barefoot, on the coarse sandpaper.  My arms were stretched to the ends of each arm of the cross.  My wrists and ankles were attached at the extreme ends of the cross by Velcro strips that held tight.  She moved around and examined her property.  Then she took out a thick marker and drew on my body.  As I was facing away from the cross she drew a thick line at the lower portion of my rib cage.  ‘NO HIT’ was written over my stomach.  Another line was drawn at my hips to define where she may hit again.  She drew a similar line just above my knees and marks the area below that as a no hit zone.  She left me for a while so that the ink would dry.  When she returned she had a riding crop with her.  She said, “I would like to see what happens when you are struck but don’t need to hear you.”  She moved to another bag and took out a gag.  She slipped the gag into my mouth and secured it behind my head.  The gag was very much like a whiffle ball that golfers use for their practice.  It allowed me to breath but kept me from forming words.

 

It would have been nice to make words out as the first blow from her riding crop came across my chest.  It was not all that hard of a strike but sufficient to leave a thick red line.  She repeated her strike many more times until my chest was a criss-cross of lines showing the trails of her beating.  She changed her location and struck my legs in her pre-determined zone.  My body felt like it was on fire as the blood surged to those places on my skin that had been assaulted by her strokes.  She would stop hitting me and run her bare hand across my chest feeling the welts as the rose.  Then she stepped back and returned with the key to the cage holding my cock.  She released my member and it sprung to life turning itself to a hard steel rod.

 

“You said that you missed cumming, well now is your chance,” she declared.  She stepped back and struck my cock with her whip.  I tried to jump or yell, I wanted to twist away from her blows but there was just no stopping it.  Again and again she hit my member until it glowed a purple reddish hue.

Then she stopped.  She filled the palm of her hand with lotion and began to stroke my poor cock.  Within moments I had forgotten then pain and rocked my hips to pump her hand.  Within a few minutes I exploded in and orgasm that shot onto the linoleum floor and her hand.  She scraped the white goo from her hand onto my gag and left me alone.  When she returned an hour later, she re-attached my chastity device and told me that pain will accompany every orgasm I will ever have.  She then removed me from the cross and took hold of my nose ring.  She led me into the living room where she had me knee down in front of her and lick her pussy while she relaxed for the evening.  She moaned softly as I ate her to orgasm after orgasm.

 

Over the next few weeks this would become our routine.  My chest and back would be a constant reminder of welts and bruises.  She had more orgasms than she ever had even as promiscuous college student.  And she discovered as certain addictive quality to her passion, it seemed that the more orgasms she had, the easier they were to have and the stronger they would become.  She found pleasure in watching me cum when I was attached to the cross and could not prevent her controlling my body.  She was enjoying the power in her control.  The next question was how far would that control allows her to go.

 

One night she told me to go to the bathroom a little earlier than usual and make sure that I empty my bowels.  I have discovered that usually this means she is going to secure me somewhere for the entire evening until the morning.  But when I returned to her she instructed me to go on my hands and knees facing away from her.  She reached between my legs and played with my balls.  Softly caressing each nut caused my cock to rebel in its cage.  Then I heard the glob sound of lubricant being poured from a bottle.  She stroked the cold liquid onto my nether hole and slipped one of her fingers inside me.  She pumped the finger in me a few times and withdrew it; only to replace the digit with a small dildo.  I groaned as my as opened and she commented “you are very tight.”   She had decided that she thought my ass should be able to take any of the dildoes that would fit in her.  To accomplish that, I am to wear a butt plug whenever possible.  She started by inserting a model that was only three inches long and about an inch and a half wide.  It invaded my ass and then as the bulb slipped past my sphincter my ass closed in around it and gripped it tightly.  She had purchased seven butt plugs, on larger than the other.  Each day I was to wear one of them so that on the seventh day, my ass would easily accommodate a large dildo.  On that day she came into my sleeping room dressed in a way that I had never seen before.  She was wearing a black body suit of tight lycra fabric.  Immediately I saw a large cock harnessed to her pelvis as it obscenely pointed towards me.  “On your hands and knees with your head on the floor slave” she commanded as she came into the room.  She with drew the plug from my ass and replaced it with her cock.  She pumped me deeply as this thing must have been 10 inches long.  She groaned as the pressure of her artificial cock rubbed her pussy in just the right spot to give her an incredible orgasm.  Spent, she held herself up on my back, sliding herself slowly in and out fucking my ass.  She withdrew and left me alone in the room, sweaty, sore and used.

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I fell asleep as a little bit of blood trickled from my ass hole where she had stretched me.  Later that morning I returned to my regular duties.  When I went to clean up the kitchen I found the monster cock on the counter with a note on it to clean it and return it to the toy chest.  I washed the cock by hand, stroking it up and down with hot soapy water.  When I was sure she wasn’t looking I slipped it into my mouth to see what it would be like to suck such a beast.  As I withdrew the cock from my mouth I wondered to myself what had I become.  For sure I am no longer the man I once was.  And then I realized, this was February and I forgot to give her a valentine’s card.  Valentine’s Day was too weeks ago but I immediately went to her chair, kneeled, and apologized for not giving her a Valentine’s gift.  She smiled at me and asked “why would I want a valentine’s gift from you?  You are neither my husband or my lover.  You are a thing. A toy.  I would not expect something from a toaster or a chair”.  I hung my head in shame.  Is this what I have become? 

 

I returned to my chores, doing laundry and cleaning the house.  In eight short weeks we have turned our back on a thirty year relationship.  I have gone from being the man of the house to become property.  I cannot control my own body and its functions as I do not maintain the key to that privilege.  I turned around and saw my mistress in the door way.  She said she was thinking about what she just told me.  I smiled because I thought she had reconsidered her words.  “Give me your wedding ring” she commanded.  “You are not my husband, you are my slave” she said.  I slipped the ring off of my left hand and gave it to her.  “Open your mouth” she told me as I kneeled before her.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and held it that way for what seemed like a half an hour.  It was likely only a minute while she worked up a mouth full of saliva and spit directly into my open mouth.  “That’s the kind of kiss you deserve” she laughed and returned to her room.  I was stunned.  I didn’t know what to do, so I swallowed and returned to my cleaning.

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That night while I served as her toilet, she told me that she needs to do something to replace my wedding ring.  I need a symbol to remind me of who I am.  I thought as if the nose ring, collar, and chastity were not enough.  She has decided that she is going to mark me and that tomorrow I will be tattooed.  I tucked her into bed and returned to my room.  I fell asleep dreaming of what kind of mark she would want to put on me.  My mind buzzed all night but the next morning we returned to the tattoo shop where I had my nose ring inserted.  Mistress insisted that I wear my nose ring to show the tattoo staff how I have progressed.  I was five shades of red as we went into the shop. 

 

The girl remembered us from two months before.  She welcomed us into her area and asked what my mistress would like.  She ignored me as if I wasn’t there.  Milady said she wanted Property of (her real name) placed on the small of my back.  Also she would like a bar code put at the base of my neck to show that I am an item and not a person.  The tattoo artist complied in a delicate hand, permanently marking me.  She and Milady chatted about how there are other people in the area that are also into domination and submission.  We would be most welcome to join them.  Milady took the contact information, paid the girl, and we left for home.  Once we made it to the parkade, Mistress said that she would like some alone time and I was to walk home.  After all, if I got lost anyone would know who I belonged to.  I was embarrassed to show my nose ring off in the busy downtown streets, so if moved quickly on the six kilometer walk home.  When I came home I found Milady talking on the phone excitedly to someone.  It appears that she found someone in common judging by their conversation and we would be meeting them next week.

 

Milady instructed me to sit at her feet while she talked on the phone.  She stroked my hair, played with my collar, tugged at my nose ring, and exposed my neck to see her tattoo.  She had found a web site where she could register me as a submissive and they gave her and individual bar code to identify me.  I no longer felt like a husband but I did feel like I belonged.

 

 

 

  

  

  

March

 

In the past two months we have found our places in our relationship.  Where once we sat across the table from each other having morning coffee; now I find myself at her feet.  I am her personal valet, selecting her clothes for the day, helping her get dressed and undressed, and seeing to her needs.  My mistress insists that we follow our schedule each day.  On weekdays, I am to awake at 5:30am.  I have to be at work at 8:30am so in that time I must lay out her clothes, create a light breakfast for her, do a load of laundry, and exercise for 45 minutes.  This is the only time of the day where I may do the things I like in my order.  As long as my tasks are done she is happy.

 

At 7:30am I must wake her up and guide her to the toilet.  Standing over me, she will release her urine from the night into my gaping mouth.  I will drink all she provides me and then guide her back to bed where she will sleep until mid-morning.  I will then shower, get dressed and go to work.  I must keep a diary of everything I do at work which she will review it when I get home.  I must have a receipt for every purchase that I make.  I have my own credit card and will buy everything on that card as I am not allowed to carry more the $5 cash.  I have to take my lunch with me each day and it has saved us a lot of money over the past three months.  When I get home at 4:30pm, I must change and prepare myself for her inspection.  When I come in the rear door, I am not allowed to use the front door if I am alone; I must undress, insert my nose ring, put on my collar and ring a little bell that lets her know I am home.  Then I must kneel and wait for her to come out to greet me and inspect me.

 

She would make me wait for her depending on her mood.  Sometimes it would be a short wait until she would come, kiss me on the forehead and direct me to make dinner.  Other times she would leave me there kneeling and bored, just to see how she could make me suffer.  One night I was left all evening in the entry way until she came in the middle of the night and said I should join her in the bathroom as she needed to go to the toilet.   Something that Milady has picked up over the last couple of months was that this is a lifestyle of patience.  When we first started playing she was using my tongue so much for her orgasms that I must have licked her raw.  And although I still serve her nearly every day, we do not have the same volume of pleasure play time.

 

My days are filled with chores, duties, and often long periods of waiting.  If I am allowed to go to work as soon as I get home, it is expected that I will start by general cleaning and then prepare her supper.  I was a very good cook before I gave myself as gift to her, since I have changed my lifestyle; I have become an exceptional cook.  I am allowed to go out shopping at least twice a week so we always have fresh ingredients.  I am instructed to only make food for her.  My diet is restricted to a restricted amount of calories made up of the same meal, usually something like a lean cuisine chicken dish.  It has all the variety of food that I need in a limited quantity.  If I make enough that there are leftovers I am severely punished.

 

My punishments can range from total boredom to exhilaration beyond compare.  Most of it depends on her mood and the infraction.  Her favourite techniques are to cause me pain that I must endure it over time or force my limits to make me do something I would never do.  Milady goes to the gym regularly and at one session one of the guys she met there was working out with a boxing bag.  When she came home that night I had not finished folding the laundry, a job that I usually do on her bed.  She grabbed me by my nose ring and led me to the garage where she tied my hands above my head.  After leaving me stretched for half an hour she returned in her fitness gear wearing a pair of light weight boxing gloves.  The gloves were secured with Velcro straps so that she didn’t have to worry about lacing them up.  She began to dance around a bit, working out her boxing footwork.  Then she let go with a strong right hand jab right into my shoulder.  She moved around and struck me in the kidneys.   For the next hour she punched, jabbed, and hit me until she could go on no further.  She moved in front of me cradled my chin in between her gloves, “Next time, make sure you are ready by the time I get home”.  I’ll come get you in the morning.  It was a long night in the chilly garage.

 

One time I misplaced a receipt for a lunch that I bought.  I have to account for every penny that I spend.  She decided that I would be punished for not taking care of her money.  For my punishment I had to go to the toy box and select the largest dildo out of the kit.  I am to secure it onto a chair and lick it and suck it as much as possible.  Then without any more lubrication other than my own spit, I am to impale myself on the chair.  I am to stay there until she comes home.  I may get up if I need to do anything, but when she comes in the door I must be sitting on the large artificial cock.  I did as she requested but she did not come home at her regular time.  I knew she would want to have a dinner ready for when she got home so I kept getting up to prepare her meal.  Each time I heard a car drive by, I would immediate return to the chair and fuck myself so that she could see through the window that I did as she requested.  Each time I re-applied my ass to the dildo it got harder and more painful.  But mostly, it really made me want to cum.  I needed an orgasm more than ever, the dildo massaged my prostate and I needed to feel that explosion.  Unfortunately she keeps my cock secured in a CB-6000 security cage.  The red plastic prevents any stimulation to my member.  This punishment was incredibly frustrating. When she finally came home she allowed me to explain my horniness to her.  She said that she would be happy to allow me to cum but I must also accept the pain that will accompany my orgasm.  I begged “please let me cum Mistress”. 

 

She led me to the St. Andrews cross and secured my wrist and ankles.  She no longer needs to mark where she wants to strike my body because she is very familiar with her target zones.  Soon I am covered in red welts.  I am sore all over as she continues striking my back, ass, and shoulders.  She turns me around and re-attaches the straps on my wrists.  She slips the key into the lock on my chastity devise and frees my cock. 

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She bends down and takes my cock into her mouth, drawing it deep and warm like I remembered.  I moan softly and she withdrew the cock from her mouth.  But as she did, she closed her jaw, cutting and scratching my manhood with her teeth.  She smiled and said “you wanna cum, it’s going to hurt”.  She took a ruler and began to strike my cock and balls repeatedly, but my cock would not go soft.  She curled her hand around my cock and with a little applied pressure I would thrust my hips in an orgasm.  My cock hurt so much but it felt so good.  Mistress re-applied the chastity devise and instructed me to go clean up her dungeon and then return to my chores.  I assumed my duties and felt like my body was glowing with the strokes that she beat on my body.

 

We had been involved in this new relationship for sixteen weeks.  One day she looked in the small room that I occupied which had now become her dungeon.  In the time that I was her slave we had removed all the furniture from the room.  Remaining in the room was a St. Andrew’s cross that I had constructed, a small box to hold Mistress’s toys, an old blanket that I used to cover myself at night and one of the dog’s pillows that I used for my head.  She decided that since I have lasted this long, I may have a futon to sleep on.  She took me shopping to find a small economical futon that I could roll up during the day and sleep on at night.  We found one in a bedding store and she insisted that I roll it out on the floor and try it out.  She told the salesman it was for those nights that I snored too much.

 

Since we were already out downtown, she suggested that we have our third month meeting.  We went back to our Italian restaurant and again she ordered a full meal for herself, bread and wine for me.  She was happy with her progression so far, she liked using me and not thinking of me as her husband.  In truth, the whole process for her was much easier when she did not think of me as a person and she preferred to consider me as a subject or tool.  I said I was uncomfortable with some of her longer punishments as they sometimes made me feel very lonely.  She asked what I thought about her beating me and in turn I asked how it made her feel.  She said that she was embarrassed that she really enjoyed beating and whipping me.  She thought it made her feel very strong and powerful.  I told her it was something that I had always fantasized about being used and taken by a strong woman.  She was making my dream come true.  She asked if I wanted to use my phrase and I said I was ready to go on.  It would be three more months until I would be allowed to speak my piece again.

 

I asked “What were her plans for the next three months?”  She said that she enjoyed very much what we have now.  She was, however, feeling more and more horny of late.  Since I was locked up she was considering she might take a lover.  We never talked about her cuckolding me.  She said that it wouldn’t be cuckolding since I am no longer her husband.  She can fuck whoever she wants and I have no say.  She also said that she is tired of my little penis. 

 

“My penis isn’t all that small,” I replied, “actually when its hard it is almost eight inches long.” 

 

“Not when it is cooped up in that little cage between your legs,” she replied.  “I think I want a cock that makes me feel all woman.  You don’t do that to me.” She told me.  But don’t worry you are still part of my life.  She told me that we had another stop to make before the afternoon was over.  We were going to return to our now familiar tattoo piercing shop. 

 

As we stepped through the door to that familiar shop, Milady gave our tattoo artist friend a hug hello.  Her name was Bonnie and she and my Mistress had been meeting in the last month and had become friends.  Bonnie looked me over and asked Milady what would be her plans for me today.  Mistress said that she wanted my nipples pierced.  Bonnie asked me to remove my shirt and sit in her chair.  She explained to Milady the options of having a bar or a ring installed on my tits.  They decided that the rings in my tits would match the ring in my nose.  Bonnie marked and in point and out point on both my nipples then clamped the tissue with one of her sterile instruments.  She took a small needle and expertly guided it through my flesh.  Through the hollow she created, she slipped a little ring through my skin and then repeated the process on my other tit.  When she had completed, Bonnie told my Mistress that there was a coffee gathering of the local bdsm community tonight.  She suggested that she send me home to recoup and that my Mistress join Bonnie.  Milady agreed and send me home on my own.

 

I returned to our house without too much of a problem.  My tits were sore but it was nothing compared to some of Milady’s whippings.  Milady on the other hand had a wonderful time meeting new and interesting people at the bdsm gathering.  They called it a ‘munch’ and there were all types of people there.  All kinds of fetishes were discussed and she learned much more than she ever expected.  Most of all she learned that although there were tops, bottoms, doms, and subs, transvestites and cross dressers, they were all nice people.  And all of them were very accepting of her and her situation.  She gathered some phone numbers and returned home. 

 

The next morning I was licking her pussy to wake her up when she commented that today was my birthday.  She stroked my hair and pulled my face tighter into her womanhood.  I wondered what she would give me for a present, so I asked “Do you have a gift for me Mistress?”  I was hoping that I would be released from my cock’s prison for the day.  In all the time we have been playing my cock had not been released from its cage for more than an hour in the whole time. 

 

She laughed, “Slave, I have a very appropriate gift for you.  Kneel by my bed.”  She stood up had me take in my morning drink.  It is no longer necessary for us to go to the bathroom for me to drink her pee as I seldom miss a drop.  When she was finished she instructed me to hold my hands under her bottom.  She groaned and a drop of shit fell from her body into my cupped hands.  She pressed again and my hands were soon full with a pile of her brown poo.  “There that’s your birthday present.  Go put it in a bag and keep it with you for the day.  It is your treasure from your Mistress.”

 

I took her ‘present’ into the kitchen and juggled it as I tried to find a plastic bag.  I opened a zip lock bag and sealed it tight.  Then I cleaned up my hands and prepared her breakfast.    It took her breakfast into the bedroom and she asked me “where is my gift from her?”  I said I left it in the kitchen and she instructed me to go back and get it.  Fortunately it didn’t smell sealed in the bag but I felt like a fool carrying around her poo.  She looked at me in the doorway holding the bag.  She laughed at me and said “See, I guess you will take my kind of crap.”

 

 

 

 

  

  

April

 

With April came the sun and flowers.  Many of my chores were altered so that I could do more in the yard.  Mistress insisted that the yard would be a beautiful garden this year.  She would supervise me as I dug out flower beds, created a little pond, and made a little patio in the back for her.  Each night I would spend at least two hours creating her tranquil spot.  She had decided that I would be punished for no particular reason every Friday night.  She would still punish me whenever she wanted but she was in such a good mood of late that it didn’t happen much.  I could tell that if she had a bad customer during the day that I would be forced to be her punching bag again.  But for the most part all was well with our lives.

 

She and Bonnie would go out for lunch occasionally and once every two weeks she would join the others at the bdsm munch.  One afternoon when I came home from work Milady invited me into the living room where I saw an assortment of dildoes mounted on the coffee table.  I was instructed to kneel before them and start sucking them.  I was to suck each cock for at least fifteen minutes.  There were six dildoes there so that meant an hour and a half of oral sex that would have to perform.  She continued this exercise for four more days.  On the fifth day, she sent me to the dungeon where she placed a large cock gag into my mouth.  I am to suck on that cock during my session with the whip and for the rest of the evening.  When she was done, she told me that tomorrow I will be sucking the real thing.

 

The next afternoon she was getting busy to go out.  I have not seen her in such a tizzy about getting ready for years.  She would hold up a dress and reject it for one reason or other and then moved onto another garment.   Each rejected item would be tossed onto the floor until the closet was nearly empty.  Finally she decided on tight black pants, a purple satin camisole and black dinner jacket.  I helped her with her boots that rose up to her mid thigh and while she sat and did her make up, she instructed me to put away her clothes.  I set about to returning her dresses and outfits to the closet while she made herself look stunning.  She wore deep coal eye shadow with touches of purple and highlights to bring out her eyes.  She had a flush to her cheeks and applied sensual red lipstick.  My god she was beautiful.

 

She turned to me and said “Brendan is taking me out for dinner.”  She stood up and pressed out the wrinkle in her pants.

 

“Who is Brendan, Milady?” I enquired.

 

“No business of yours,” she tersely replied.  Then she stopped for a moment, smiled and said, “But you are going to be sucking his cock before the night is over.”

 

She went on to say that she is picking him up and they are going out for dinner.  When she returns, she wanted a romantic atmosphere established in the house.  I am to be kneeling in my place by the front door.  I am to wear only my collar and chastity cage.  She patted my head as she went out the door, locking it behind her.  I got up and began to clean up the house.  I set out candles in various places about the living room and started a fire in fireplace.  I dusted the tables and cleaned away anything that may be a distraction to Milady.  I placed a bowl of dark chocolate candies and a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream near an ice bucket at the end of couch.  I set two small drink glasses out for her.  She said that I would be sucking his cock, so I thought that I should put out a small bowl of condoms to be used.  Then I went into the kitchen, cleaned up the day’s kitchen and prepared my lunch for tomorrow.  When I was done and it was close to the time I expected her to come home and waited at my kneeling spot.

 

I rocked back and forth a bit, waiting for them to come home.  It could be worse.  I could be gagged or have something filling my bottom.  Instead, I just kneel and wait.  I have become pretty good at kneeling.  Over the past few months I have stretched out my legs enough that kneeling for an hour or two is only a minor discomfort.  In truth, I use it as a time of meditation where I can just zone out.  This is actually an interesting part about being a slave.  My mind used to race all the time.  Thoughts about work, things that I had to do, or what to do next were always on my mind.  I would have to force myself to go to sleep and even before I fell asleep my mind would be recapping the day’s events.  That doesn’t happen any more.  Of course sometimes now I am in so much pain that it is an escape to go to sleep and most of the time I am exhausted from my duties that sleep is a welcome visitor.  I would wager that my blood pressure is even lower since I have accepted my place.

 

I hear the car pull into the driveway and laughter outside as doors open and close.  The key slipped into the lock and opened the front door.  I bowed my head as she came in with this man in tow.  I looked up and saw his face then looked straight down.  I can’t believe it.  This guy is a baby.  Milady is three years older than I am and this guy must be fifteen years younger than me.  She leads him over to the chesterfield and I can feel he keeps glancing back at me.  I hear ice dropping into a glass and drinks being poured.  The laugh but I don’t know what about.  I can hear them kissing and Milady moaning.  She removed her top, I can see them in the reflection of one of the mirrors in the room.  He is kissing her tits and sliding his hand down her open pants.  She raises her hips and offers her pussy to his touch.  I can hear her groan as she cums under his hand.  He slides her pants and boots off, revealing her pussy to his lips.  He licks her mound, tasting and savouring her juices.  He pulls his cock from his trousers and moves to enter her. 

 

But she stops him.  “I am not ready for that yet” she tells him.  “But I will not deny you your orgasm tonight.  You are welcome to use my slave’s mouth” she said. 

 

“Thank you,” he replied, “will you bring it over.” 

 

“Slave,” she called to me, “come suck this beautiful cock.”

 

I moved over to the man who was about to make love to my Mistress.  I have been doing this all week in practice so I moved close to his member and took as much of it as I could.  His cock was much bigger than mine and hairy too.  I was able to take all of his cock down to my throat.  I sucked him and pumped his cock for about five minutes when I could feel him twitch, spasm, and pump his ejaculate into my mouth.  I started to gag a little. 

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The dildoes that I practiced on didn’t cum.  I swallowed and gently removed his cock from my mouth and licked what was left off the tip of it.  I remained kneeling at his feet when Milady said “Slave, go to your spot.”

 

I return to my kneeling place by the door and waited for them while they had another drink.  He told her that he had a wonderful time and he said that I gave him an amazing blow job.  She said she was pleased with me.  They talked a bit about our lifestyle and the benefits it had for Milady.  She told him she had a wonderful time but it was time for him to go.  She would call a cab for him to go home as he had been drinking.  They discussed meeting up again and she said she would love to – next week.

 

Milady came over and stroked my hair as she stood in front of me.  She said they had a wonderful evening and Brendan was a delightful gentleman.  He was a top from the munch group that she liked the look of.  She planned to see him again, and now it was time for me to clean up the place because she was going to have a bath and then go to bed.  I prepared her bath and got the bedroom ready for her.  Then I returned to house cleaning.

 

The next morning I woke her up in the usual manner, after we went to the washroom, we returned to the bedroom but she didn’t want to go back to sleep.  She wanted me to lick her pussy while she told me all the details of her date with Brendan.  She loved it.  He was courteous and romantic; he was handsome and made her feel sexy.  The best part was that he didn’t carry any baggage into the relationship.  With me she knew everything; she knew all my triggers and could play me like a violin.  This was new and oh, so very exciting.  She lay back on the bed and massaged her breasts, pulling lightly on a nipple and moaning softly as I continued licking her pussy.  She pushed my head away and told me to get a dildo the size of Brendan.  I check her toys and chose one by sliding it into my mouth and comparing it to my memory of his cock.  When I return to her she wanted me to slide the member into her wet pussy.  It glides in as she cries “Fill me. Fuck me.”

 

I continued to fuck her with the artificial cock.  It smoothly glided in and out as she came over and over again.  I had never seen her cum so many times.  Sweat poured from her brow, her hair was wet, as she breathed deep and hard.  Then she arched her back, stretching her arms and catching her breath.  And then she started to cry.  She sniffled and sobbed quite uncontrollable and inconsolable.  I took her hand for a moment and began to withdraw the dildo.  “NO!” she snapped at me, “leave it in.”  She lay still on the bed, holding the toy within her pussy’s lips.  “That felt wonderful.”

 

A week later she was getting dressed to go out again.  “Brendan likes red” she said, so I was instructed to pick out a red outfit.  She had me help her put on her scarlet bustier that laced up the back and a satin red shirt over top.  She slipped on a pair of black stockings, the kind that held them up.   She then picked up a short black tight dress and began to slide it up.  I noticed she was not wearing any panties. “That’s okay,” she said “tonight I want freedom.”

 

When she was ready and had applied her make up, she was all set to go out on her date.  I kneeled in front of her as she rose from her chair.   She reached down and tugged on my nipple rings.  Curling her fingers through my rings she lifted me to a standing position.  “You are my toy and tonight I am putting you away,” she said as she led me to the toy room.  “However,” she said, “because I am going to have a treat tonight, you are going to have a treat too.  Tonight you will not have to wear your chastity device.”  She strapped my wrists and ankles to the cross and locked a chain around my waist where she snapped it lock tight with a master lock padlock.  Then she removed my chastity cage.  I was to stay there for the full night and because I would be all alone, Mistress ensured that I would be able to free myself in case of emergency.  She put the key on a chain that was secured between my nipple rings.  I would have to pull the rings out of my nipples if I just wanted to get out, so it would have to be a true emergency before I would do that.

 

She started to go and then she stopped and returned to me.  She took my cock in hand and stroked it softly.  Then she reached into the toy box and took out a large clamp.  She attached the clamp around my nut sack and let its weight pull down on my balls.  She kissed my cheek and left the room turning off the light as she exited.  I was surprised when a car pulled into the driveway and heard her leave on her date.

 

Hours passed and my balls hurt.  I tried to focus and meditate on anything but the pain between my legs.  I heard the door open and Milady’s laughter as they came into the house.  Then I heard them in the living room, Mistress moaned as he kissed her.  Voices turned to animal passion sounds as they made love in the living room.  She squealed in delight as she came over and over again.  After many hours of this I actually feel asleep standing tied to the cross.  I woke up when the sunlight snuck in through the window.  Milady came in and released me.  My legs were asleep still and I feel to my knees.  She moved forward and placed her pussy to my mouth and said “Lick Me”.

 

I tasted the saltiness of pee mixed to the tangy taste of another man’s cum.  She smelled unbathed skin and sweat.  I licked the center of her nether lips, cleaning and moistening her.  A dollop of his cum drained down her pussy’s lips and into my mouth. 

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She looked down at me and said “bring me something to eat in the bedroom and then clean up the living room”.  Then she turned and left me alone to compose myself.  I could not believe what they did to the room as I inspected on my walk to the kitchen.  Everything was out of place and in disarray. 

 

I made her coffee and toast, and then brought it into the bedroom where she lay almost asleep.  I placed the meal on the end table and she motioned for me to get to work.  Later that morning she woke up again and came out to where I was doing the dishes.  She moved behind me and hugged me from the back.  Her arms reached around my hips and stroked my penis.  “How could I ever let such a dinky little thing enter me?” she asked. She scratched my cock down its sides, digging in her long nails and leaving rosy red streaks.  She felt around under my sac and felt the clamp attached to it still. She released it and I gasped in pain as the blood returned to where I was pinched.  Then she took hold of my nose ring and led me back to my room.  In her dungeon, she re-attached my cock’s chastity tube.  With a snap of its lock, I was captive again.

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A few days later I was instructed that I would be making supper for her and Brendan tonight.  I prepared them a steak dinner, with traditional baked potatoes, spring vegetables, and a chocolate dessert.  I was instructed to were a tuxedo jacket only, instead of my collar I would have on a bow tie.  I would serve them their meals and stand discretely in the background while they ate.  From where I was standing I could see that they were playing footsy under the table.  Sooner or later the conversation came around to me.  I could tell that Milady had instructed him not to talk to me directly or involve me in any conversation.  Milady told Brendan that I was her slave and that I would do whatever she told me to do.  He asked if I had a name and she said “no, I don’t name my furniture either.” 

 

“Although you do have a name for your car,” he commented.

 

She smiled, “Yes, but he is different”.  She went on to say that I was there as a slave and servant and she wanted to keep it on that level. 

 

Brendan asked “what do you have him do?”

 

“Well,” she said, “he looks after all my needs from waking and dressing me in the morning, getting my meals, entertaining me, and serving my desires.”  She blushed a bit, “he is also my toilet.  I know it sounds a bit strange, but it was one of the early ways that I could think of to have him demonstrate that he will do anything to serve me.  I have really quite come used to using him.  Which if you excuse us, I have to do that now.”

 

She instructed me to go to the bathroom with her and assume my position between her legs.  When she returned to the dining room she found that he had moved to the couch.  “Clean up the table and then join us” she instructed me.  I took the plates out to the kitchen and cleaned off their plates.  I loaded up the dishwasher and cleared away the cooking tools.  When I came back into the dinning room, Brendan was between her legs fucking her with his big cock.  He pistoned himself in and out of her as I stood behind them I tried to look away but was unable to watch this man fucking the woman who used to be my wife.  

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He groaned and dumped his load into her pussy.  She lay back on the couch as he slid out of her.  He moved up beside her to kiss her lips.  “Slave,” she called, “come her and lick out my pussy.”  I licked out his glop from her pussy and then she told me to clean his cock with my mouth.  I sucked off her juices and his cum from his cock.  Shortly it was hard again.  She smiled at Brendan and said “Fuck him if you like”.  Brendan looked at me and smiled, motioning me to go down on my hands and knees.  He spit on his hand and rubbed it against my ass. 

 

Brendan’s cock split my cheeks and pushed it's stiff head into my rear hole, another push and the whole thing slipped in right up to his pelvis.  It slid in and out of me and I was helpless to not enjoy it.  Milady had trained my ass so that it could easily accommodate such a large cock and although I am not gay, it felt good.  Brendan continued pumping my ass, supporting himself on my hips.  Faster and fast he pushed telling me to squeeze his cock.  I did and he buried himself deep.  I could feel the throb of his cock and the push of his semen as he came inside of me.  After a few minutes he withdrew and Milady told to me to suck his cock clean.  Gently I took his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking it clean.  When I was finished Milady instructed me to stand in front of the fireplace.  She ordered me to spread my legs and expose my ass to the fire.  Milady send Brendan to wash up and come back to fuck her again.  As he left the room I felt a small drop of his cum drop from my ass and fall to the floor where it baked on the fireplace tile.

 

When Brendan returned, he and Milady once again resumed their passion until they both fell asleep on the big couch. I stayed by the fire until the embers stopped glowing and then I covered the two of them up and returned to my room to catch some sleep before I had to start my chores again.

 

My, how my life has changed.

 

 
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May

 

We began our fifth month by having Milady’s lover, Brendan, visiting us on the weekends.  My role as slave and servant to Milady has been expanded to pleasing him as well.  Milady does not let him punish me, but he often makes suggestions or corrects my behaviour.  It was at his request that I build a new bondage tool for Milady.  Under his direction I secure four lengths of sturdy chain from the ceiling in the garage to the floor.  Then I pull each one tight and anchor it to the floor.  Then I link four horizontal chains to the vertical chains forming a net of heavy chain.  With this light weight system, Milady can efficiently and quickly secure my wrists, ankles, collar, nose, or nipple rings to any point on the chain.  The device can become stocks, spreader, or pillory at her will.  With the warmer weather Mistress has been using the garage more often for my punishment sessions than the little dungeon.  She has more room to move around this way and it is more comfortable for her.  She has added a large reclining settee and a big comfy chair so that she may spend some more time with me.

 

On this sunny Saturday I had caught up on all my chores and ended up just waiting for Milady to get up.  Brendan was up early so he had me suck him off before I was to make him breakfast.  As I got on my knees before his chair, he had me move under the table so that he could read the paper.  While I was sucking under the table, I heard him reach for the scissors and he began to cut something out.  After a while I noticed that Milady was up and so Brendan let me out to service Milady.  When we returned from the bathroom Brendan showed Mistress what he had been working on.  It was a stencil that read “Milady’s Slave”.   He gave it to Mistress and asked if she would like to give me a ‘Sun Brand’.  She asked what that was and he explained that they would stake me out on the back lawn and cover all of me except my back.  On my back they would place the stencil which would expose only part of my skin.  I would be sunburned where the letters were and my back would read “Milady’s Slave” for the next few weeks.  So they took me out to the back yard and laid down a blanket for me to rest.  Then they secured my arms and legs spread wide.  They covered all of me with sheets except my back where they laid out the stencil.  Milady taped it to my back so that it wouldn’t blow away.  Then they left me there to bake in the sun.

 

I lay in the darkness under the sheet as I listen to Milady and her lover play about in the back yard.  I can hear drinks being stirred, the occasional passionate kiss.  Unfortunately I did not prepare myself to be bound for a long period of time.  Buy the time four hours in the sun passed by, I had to pee.  Milady came to check on me and told me that she didn’t plan on letting me up until after the sun sets, so I might as well do what I had to do.  I didn’t want to lie in a puddle of pee for another five hours but it was very uncomfortable and soon I had to let my bladder go.  My hips were wet and my back was incredibly sore.  Brendan had noticed that I peed myself and offered to help me cool down a bit.  Milady told him okay but not to do anything on the stencil.  He moved around and withdrew his member.  A hot stream came down across my neck and head leaving me in a smelly puddle.  It took a while for the evening to come but soon everything got dark and Milady released me from the position.  I was allowed to kiss her feet.  She said I should also thank Brendan for watering me.  I kneeled before him and kissed his cock in gratitude.  Milady got out her camera to document my gratitude.  Then she had Brendan remove the stencil on my back to reveal bare white skin accented by glowing red letters that ready “Milady’s Slave”.

 

Milady had me sit on the floor as she rubbed some aloe across my back.  She told me to go rest for half an hour and then let the aloe sink into my skin.  It cooled my sunburned back and I thanked her for the relief.  I got her a drink and then retired to my futon in my room.  A half hour later she returned and instructed me to go have a cool shower.  When I dried she took me into the garage and secured my wrists wide apart on her chain bondage rack.  Then she photographed me from a few angles to show off her ‘Sun Brand’. 

 

Later that evening Brendan poked his head into my room and told me to come with them; they are going out.  I am not allowed to wear any clothes when I am at home, Milady told me to put on a pair of gym shorts and wear a vest.  We went out to the car and they instructed me to get into the trunk.  I slipped in and they closed the trunk lid with a bang.  I rode in a trunk before when I was a teenager.  We would sneek into the drive in theaters by going through the ticket window in the trunk of the car.  This, however, was different.  The car bumped and turned through the night.  Soon we stopped at a parking lot filled with other cars.  The trunk lid open and Brendan slipped a blindfold over my eyes.  I felt someone take a hold of my nose ring and led me out of the car and across the lot.  We went up some steps and from the warmth of the room I could feel that we were inside.

 

There was a lot of noise, chatter and music going on.  It was hard to tell where I was from all the sounds coming around me.  I could feel my nose ring being pulled a little and then secured by a clip or some kind of snap.  Then someone took my hands and locked them behind me.  Finally a gag was placed in my mouth.  This was a different kind of gag, it was metal and forced my mouth open but allowed me to breath.  I was to learn later that it was called a ring gag.

 

As I stood there listening to the laughter and chatter I would feel someone touch me.  Sometimes someone would trace the burn on my back.  Sometimes someone would check out my chastity cage.  Every now and then there would be a tug on my nipple rings or a slap on the rump.  As the evening progressed I would hear people talking about “Who is Milady?” or “Who is that sexy lady with Brendan?”  They would comment that she is pretty and lucky to have such a slave as me. 

 

I felt a tug on my nipple ring and then on the other ring.  A familiar voice said “I did these.”  I knew that voice; it was Bonnie from the piercing studio.  She moved behind me and traced my tattoos showing them off.  “I should go see Milady” as she moved away.  I heard her say “Hello Milady my dear, your slave looks lovely on display.”  They hugged hello and talked for a while.  Bonnie could see that my legs were flexing and asked Milady if Mistress would mind if Bonnie would walk me around a bit.  Milady gave her approval and with that Bonnie released my nose ring and attached a new lead to it.  She then removed my blindfold and I could finally see what was going on.

 

It was a large party; there must have been fifty or sixty people there.  Bonnie took me about the room stopping here and there to watch people playing.  There was a station where a girl was tied to a kind of saw horse.  Her hands were tied to the legs and her ass was being flogged.  We walked beside two guys kissing and feeling each other up in the corner.  We moved around the room and it was like a psychedelic cocktail party.  There were submissives on leashes standing or kneeling besides their masters and mistresses.  Transvestite maids walk about serving drinks and carry trays of hors d’oeuvres.   Aside from a few sights that make my eyes pop, most of this is like any party I have ever been to.  There are the wall flowers, the jokesters, the entertainers and the serious discussers all playing their respective roles.  Bonnie ended up at the food table where she joined Milady over a tasty tiny spring roll.  Milady said she would like to return me to my display place and Bonnie took me back to the side of room where a cable dangled from the ceiling.  She re-clipped my nose ring to the drop and took off her leash cable.  She replaced the blindfold over my eyes and gave me a slap on the rump.

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I listened to the sounds of the party and wondered what was going on.  I wondered what was going on to accompany the sounds of cries, moans, and laughter of the event.  I truly wondered what Milady and Brendan were up to.  Then after a couple of hours I felt them unhook me and they removed my blindfold so we could all make it out to the car.  We drove home and once we were there Milady took me into the bathroom.  I sat below her with my mouth open to receive her pee and as she relaxed a big drop of cum slipped out of her pussy into my mouth.  Well, I guess I now know what Milady and Brendan were doing at the party.  Milady was always very private about making love but I know one of her fantasies when were husband and wife was to have sex in a public place.  Milady relieved herself on me and sent me to my room for the night; then Brendan and she went to bed.

 

I have a holiday from work in May.  I have always scheduled it then so that it would fall on our wedding anniversary.  For two weeks I escape work and we usually travel to someplace exotic.  Milady announced that she was ready for our vacation.  She had decided that she and Brendan were going to go to the east coast.  They would use our air miles and fly to South Carolina and drive along the coast.  Brendan knew of a few bed and breakfasts along the way and she was sure that they would enjoy themselves.  I would be responsible for taking care of the yard and house while she was gone.  Milady had arranged with Bonnie to come over and check on me every couple of days.  She would lock me in the kitchen leashed to the stove.  I would have enough length on my leash that I could go to the bathroom but for the most part I would be restricted to that one room.  I would not be allowed my futon or pillow but I could have a blanket.  When Bonnie comes over, I am to be outside watering the garden, or mowing the lawn.  Bonnie was free to do whatever she liked with me but I was not to be a pest to her.  Also, Milady would be the one who kept the key to my chastity device.  So I could expect no relief.

 

The next weekend Brendan and Milady left for their holiday.  I was charged with driving them to the airport and taking their luggage to the terminal.  Bonnie would meet me there sometime in the morning expecting to find me tethered in the kitchen waiting for her.  Mistress left her a sealed envelope of instructions on the counter.  I began by cleaning up the breakfast dishes and arranging the general cleanliness of the kitchen.  I experimented with the length of leash that Milady left me.  I could go to the phone in the dining room, reach the bathroom toilet but not the shower, and anywhere in the kitchen.  I couldn’t go to the front door or the back door.  Of the light switches I could only reach the lights in the kitchen and bathroom, Milady had turned off the rest of the lights in the house. 

 

I heard the front door open and someone came through with stuff from the mailbox.  Bonnie came into the kitchen with the mail.  I stood from my chair to greet her.  She smiled at me, said hello, and enquired about the letter from Milady.  I gave her Mistress’ envelope.  She opened it and read:

 

 

Hello my dear friend.

 

Thank you for looking after my slave.  Please do not treat him as anything but a slave for I do not want to loose any of my training and that is what he asked for when he gave himself to me.  While he is in your charge you may do with him as you like within the following limits.  Please do not mark or pierce him.  I have the key to his chastity harness but you are free to use any of his other holes.  Please have him mow the lawn and water the plants under your supervision.  You are welcome to use my playroom; slave will show you the toy collection.  I have taught the slave to drink my pee, please use him if you like.

 

With Love,

 

Milady

 

 

 

 

Bonnie smiled at me and took me into the bathroom.  She removed her pants and panties then put one foot on the toilet.  She told me to get between her legs and put my mouth over her pussy.  As I did she began to leg go a slow steady of stream.  She was different tasting than Milady but not better or worse.  I licked her dry and then stopped to let her get dress.  She told me not to stop and to continue licking her pussy.  I slide my tongue up and down the split of her cunny but stopped at the triangle piercing at the join of her lips.  I concentrated on that sensitive spot and soon she quivered and cum.  She pushed her pelvis into my face and rubbed her juices across my cheeks.  She grabbed my hair and pulled it in tighter to her so that I had no choice to take in her beautiful scent.  I was instructed not to wash or bath until she came back.

 

She released me and smiled.  She said she was going to like visiting me for the next two weeks.  The next day she returned with a bag of supplies.  I was instructed to sit in the center of the kitchen on a stool.  Bonnie moved behind me and took something from the bag.  In the five months that Milady and I have ventured into this lifestyle, I never got to visit the barber and I have become quite shaggy.  Now Bonnie was going to cut my hair.  She started with a pair of scissors and reduced the bulk of my hair to a short crop.  Then she lathered up my head and began to run a razor across my scalp.  She removed all my hair and save for my eyebrows, my body was now completely hairless.  She said that “Milady is going to be very surprised at the look of her slave”.

 

The next two weeks flowed quickly.  Bonnie would come over and water me before I watered the plants.  She had me work outside a great deal so that my bald head would tan a bit in the warm sun and lose some of its whiteness.  We have a tall six foot fence surrounding our backyard, but still she insisted that I wear shorts when I was outside.  She also said that I must wear a t-shirt so that I would maintain my ‘Sun Brand’.   When I was finished my chores she would lay back on one of the patio loungers while I pleased her with my tongue.  She insisted that I keep working on making my ass hole more relaxed and able to take just about any cock.  I was instructed that I must keep my hole lubricated and keep using different size dildoes and butt plugs in it.  She would often sit behind me reading a book while sliding a large dildo in and out of my ass.  She would be relaxed, thoughtlessly fucking me, while she lost herself in a book.

 

Bonnie came over and brought a large wire mesh cage with her.  It is the kind of cage that dog owners use to pen up their big dogs.  She placed it in the kitchen and lined the bottom with a thick blanket.  Then after my day of work pleasing her, she guided me into the cage and secured the door.  She snapped a plastic clip over the doors lock securing me inside the caged space saying “this is going to be your home until I come back.”  From now on, whenever she was not with me I would be penned up.  I could get out by breaking the clip, but there would be no way to do it without her knowing.  I sensed that would be a rather intense punishment.  Our wedding anniversary passed unnoticed while Milady was off on vacation.  I realized it occurred when I glanced at the calendar while captive in the kitchen.  Rather than any celebration, I was tormented, raped, and set to work in the back yard.

 

The end of month was here and it was time for Milady and Brendan’s return.  Bonnie checked her e-mail from Mistress that said their plane would be arriving that evening.  We drove to the airport to pick them up.  Bonnie insisted I wear a black cowboy hat, dark jeans and a vest without a shirt.  She linked my nipple rings with a little chain so that it looked stylish behind the vest.  I was instructed to stand by the luggage pickup while Bonnie went to pick up Milady.   I saw them come down the escalator.  Milady and Bonnie were holding hands as they descended.  But there was no Brendan.  Milady came over to me and looked over my outfit.  She looked beautiful.  She was tanned and very relaxed looking.  She smiled wondered about the hat.  “Show her,” Bonnie commanded.  I removed my hat and displayed my bald pate.  I replaced my hat as Milady laughed.  They gave me Milady’s luggage tags and directed me to go get her bags. 

 

I placed Milady’s luggage into the boot of the car and we drove home.  She and Bonnie giggled in the back paying no attention to me.  Milady told her that she had a wonderful time with Brendan and fucked like they were on a honeymoon.  But after a week Milady wanted more than a convenient cock.  Brendan was not a sparkling conversationalist and they decided that he would go explore a bit more in the Southern States and she would head home.  It was a friendly split but it was the right time to go. 

 

Milady asked how Bonnie did with her slave.  Bonnie said that all went well but if it wasn’t too invasive, she thought that Milady was not using me to her best potential.  She was treating me as if I was some sweet little submissive that she was allowing to get his rocks off by playing with her, instead of using him as a true slave.  Milady listened quietly and then asked, “What does it mean to have a slave?”  Bonnie describe that it goes beyond playing and becomes a lifestyle.  The car pulled into the driveway and I opened the door for them to get out before I brought the luggage in.  But before I could go back for the bags, Milady had to use the bathroom and it had been days since she last had a human toilet.  I attended to Milady who was very full, there was no way I could drink her all in and it overflowed.  Milady sent me out to get the bags then come back and clean up the bathroom.

 

Bonnie and Milady went out into the backyard for some evening air and to catch up.  Bonnie told Milady that she wanted to help me remain in slave mode and that is why she took away my hair.  It was like removing my identity.  She closed in my world, and that was the reason I had to spend my nights in a cage.  She continued to train my ass so that I could be easily used.  Bonnie commented how I took to the training well and that she hoped Milady would continue.  Mistress smiled and yawned a little because she was tired from her day of travel.  Bonnie left for home and Milady was ready for bed.  I undressed her and tucked her into her bed.  As I turned out the light she said “go sleep in your cage.”

 

 slave in cage

 

 

  

  

  

June

 

Our sixth month of our new relationship began a new phase.  Bonnie and Milady began to train me to be a proper slave.  My duties still remained the same.  I was to take care of the house, look after the yard, and be at Mistress’s call for any duty that she demanded.  They also began training me to perform new functions and extend my limits.  Bonnie taught Milady how to safely add pain for me to endure.  She would start by standing me up against the chain stocks with my arms stretched up above me.  Then she began applying clothespins to my skin.  First she would start with ten.  They would be placed strategically on my tits, underarms, love handles, and testicles.  Then she would increase the load to twenty, then thirty.  The problem with wearing clips isn’t in the putting them on, or even enduring the pain of the pinch while they are one.  The problem is that when they are removed blood flows back to the point of the pinch.  If the clip is removed very slowly it is not so bad.  Unfortunately for me, Bonnie taught Milady how to make a ‘zipper’.  By running a string through the spring of all the clips, then with one quick tug, a row of clips pulled off in an instant.  Bonnie wants to show what it is like to rip off 50 clips in one tug.

 slave in pain

  

  

Bonnie has quite convinced Mistress that the purposes of a slave are demonstrating their devotion to their owners as well as provide pleasure and comfort.  While it is wonderful to keep a slave to your self, Bonnie thought that slaves should be seen.  However, before I was to be seen, I must be shaped.  It was decided that I was to exercise for 45 minutes each morning and evening.  Bonnie was a regular visitor to the house.  Bonnie worked in the afternoon and evenings so I would only see her for a short time every couple of days.  She and Milady would go out for lunches and visit.  They even chatted on the phone a lot which is something Mistress hated to do.

 

On weekends, Bonnie would come over for visits.  I would serve her and Milady tea as they sat in the sunny back yard.  Bonnie came up with a way for me to wait on them and still be ass trained.  She attached a dildo to a sturdy stick and planted into the ground.  I would have to rise as high on my toes as I could and slide the cock into my ass.  Then lowering myself onto the post, the cock would impale me.  If they needed more tea or cakes, I would have to rise and serve them.  After my service I would have to return to the position on the post.  Her goal was that my ass will welcome as many cocks that may be interested in it.  Milady went along with the plan.

 

There was going to be a summer party for the bdsm group that Milady and Bonnie visited.  They decided that they would take me to the party as a party favour.  The plan was that I would be displayed bent over a saw horse.  Bent over that way my ass was totally accessible.  My cock was still locked up in its chastity devise but my balls were exposed.  The women then covered me with a sheet leaving only my bottom exposed.  The sheet also covered my head where they cut open a hole large enough to reveal my mouth.  There was a little side table with a bowl of condoms and assortment of dildoes and plugs.  Then with a marker, they wrote on the sheet, ‘two holes no waiting’ and other invitations to use me.  They placed a space on the sheet for people to count how many times they used me.  They left me tied like this at the party for the whole evening.  The party began in the early evening and some of the early people would lube up a dildo and slide it into my rear.  A little later I would hear some laughing as they worked a toy in and out of my bottom when someone else said “open up” and then he pushed his cock into my mouth.  My training as a cock sucker came into play and I took him all the way.  Throughout the evening my mouth and ass were used over 40 times according to the tallies on the sheet.  Some did not use condoms at either end and so when we were ready to go Milady commented that it was good they didn’t feed me since I had so much protein to eat.  I was exhausted and sore.  My jaw ached from being open so much and my rear hurt from being constantly used.  But as we left to go home I heard Bonnie comment that I performed well.  Oddly enough, I had a bit of pride.

 

Bonnie and Milady would take me to other parties throughout the summer; however they would never reveal who I was.  I was not allowed to speak if my mouth was free but usually I would be gagged.  I would wear a t-shirt that would not show my tattoos but would have my nipple rings exposed for play or tethering.  I would think that most people would remember who I was because of the red chastity device that held my cock but no one would ever get a chance to know me.  Sometimes Bonnie and Milady would leave me in the cage at home while they went out to different parties but most of the time they would just spend their weekends at home.  They had become friends over the past month which is odd because before our lifestyle change Milady didn’t have any girlfriends.  She was content sharing her time with me.

 

During this month work was particularly difficult.  Workmates would notice that I was walking funny every now and then.  Of course they noticed my shaved head.  I told them that it was cut as part of a fund raiser to help a charity group.  I was very tired because of the added exercise that I was being put through.  But the people also noticed that I was happier and more inventive than ever.  It must have been my time when I could meditate.  People also noticed what great shape I was in.  I had lost almost all of my extra body fat and was even to get a set of abs on my flat tummy.  I could run for 40 minutes without becoming winded.  I was also in great health.  In fact, I had never felt so healthy.

 

I had to go to the doctor for my annual physical.  Milady decided that for this one day I could remove my chastity belt as it was one more thing that need not be explained at this time.  It was enough that I had new tattoos and pierced parts.  When my female family doctor came into the examining room she saw me sitting on the table in only my underwear and socks.  She smiled and checked her chart.  She called me by my name and said “hello”.  This was the first time, aside from a work situation, where anyone had called me by name.  I was not used to hearing it.  She examined my eyes, ears, and nose.  She noticed I was pierced but was not wearing any thing.  She then checked my lungs and heart; all good sounds.  She commented that my blood tests were excellent and that my blood sugars and cholesterol levels have dropped significantly.  She also noted that there was a bit of scarring on my back from a sun burn.  It was a good thing she couldn’t make out what it used to read.  She had me lie down and examined my testicles.  She noticed I was completely shaved, so I mentioned that it improved my love life.  Then I was to turn onto my side while she lubed up her finger and slide it into my rectum.  Her finger slipped in very easily as it was tiny compared to most things lately that have been up my rear.  “Well,” she said, “whatever you are doing is apparently working very well for you.  I have been your doctor now for nearly 25 years and I have never seen you in such good health.  Keep it up.”

 

I met Milady in the doctor’s office and we went off.  I happily told Mistress all that the doctor had said and she too was very happy with my physical appearance.  Milady wanted to go out for lunch so we headed off to that same Italian restaurant.  It was time again for our review of the last few months.  This would be our very last check-in with each other for the duration of my gift.  We originally planned that we would meet one month after we started, then again three months after we began, and finally six months after our lifestyle had changed.  It has been a very interesting six months.  In that time I have lost all my rights as a person only to become a property of Milady.  I have been used by others and watched Milady make love to other men.  I have endured many levels of pain and punishment as well as had my body pierced and marked. 

 

Milady said that she had enjoyed the experience thus far.  She very much liked fucking another man and expanding her sexual horizon.  She found it very interesting to have a relationship with another lover and she appreciated the opportunity to have the change.  Even though things with her and Brendan didn’t end quite the way she liked, she very much enjoyed the adventure.  She also liked controlling my body.  She especially liked controlling my orgasms and erections.  She was not all that sure about using me for public play but she bowed to Bonnie’s experience that it would be good training for me.  She also liked that physic was changing from all my training and that it was too bad that I was just a slave, otherwise she might like to fuck me.   Milady asked if I would like to use my phrase and conclude this lifestyle but I told her I was willing to continue if it pleased her.  She said that she was pleased and that we will go on.  

 

The bathrooms in this restaurant are very tiny and at the back of the place.  Milady instructed me to pay the bill with my Visa and then meet her in the ladies room.  I signed the bill and then slipped to the room.  No one was looking and so I moved into the small ladies room.  Milady was there waiting for me.  She spread her legs and instructed me to get on the floor with my face to her crotch.  She relaxed and a golden stream flowed into my open mouth.  I drank her in and then licked her dry.  She let her skirt fall then moved to the mirror to touch up her make up.  Then she left me in the room.  I stepped out and there was another woman waiting to come in.  “Oops, sorry, wrong room” I apologized.  I blushed red as I met Milady outside.

 

Milady took me home and attached my arms and legs to the chains secured in the garage.  She told me that she was happy that I got a clean bill of health.  Now it was time for me to pay for my arrogance and pride at doing so well.  She rubbed her self close to me and snaked her way up my torso, stopping to insert the ring in my nose.  She then reapplied my collar.  Finally she picked up a flogger.  It was a gift the Brendan gave her.  The flogger was made out of soft leather braided into twenty tails.  She reached back with the whip and brought it down against my chest.  Milady stopped because she realized she missed something.  She went to her toy kit and brought out a hockey goalie mask.  The mask covered my face, she even included a mask over the eyes so I could not see, and it had a throat protector on it.  Masked up like this, she was now free to whip my entire body.  The crop would inflict more serious damage to my internal organs so it cannot be used in certain areas.  The flogger is softer but still stings.  And she could use it anywhere on my body.

 

She began by whipping my chest and did not stop until I was rosy red from my shins to my shoulders.  She concentrated on whipping my unconstrained cock.  Each stroke on my member felt excruciatingly painful but because my cock has had no attention for months it stood tall in a constant erection.  The longer it was hard; the more she whipped it.  It became a workout for Milady.  She stretched both arms and put her body into the force of her swing.  I would listen to her as she stopped for a moment and sat down on the edge of her settee.  Then I heard something strange.  She was moaning and panting.  She was masturbating and she was punishing me.  I could hear her fingers sliding in and out, back and force.  She cried out as she came and recovered her breathing.  Then she returned to another round of whipping me.  This went on for the entire evening until Bonnie came in.  Bonnie and Milady sat down in the room chatting while I hung from the chains.  Milady was telling her that it seemed that the more she whipped me the wetter her pussy became.  She told Bonnie that she masturbated a couple of times just to release the pressure.

 

Bonnie asked if she could see Milady’s pussy to see how wet it was.  I heard Mistress comply as Bonnie expressed how beautiful her cunny was.  Then I heard licking and Milady moaning again.  Soon I could tell that they were kissing.  As I hung there in pain, Milady and Bonnie made love on the settee.  Time went on forever, when finally they got up and left me alone.  I was left strung up until Milady came to get me the next morning.

 

 

  

  

  

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