0 comments/ 108378 views/ 27 favorites Earning His Keep By: Compliant1 I punched in the code and waited. I knew that I was being charged $1.99 for each minute, but I didn't care. I listened to the recorded music until a woman's voice came over the phone. "Tell Mistress Monica, have you been a naughty little sissy?" "No, but apparently my husband has." There was a long pause on the other end. "I just spoke to the manager. He said that as long as you used his screen name and knew the correct code, there is no reason not to speak with you. I have to remind you that you are being charged a dollar ninety nine per minute. Now, what can Mistress Monica do for you?" "Not very much," I replied. I found his laptop and a box of lingerie; I just wanted to hear the voice that destroyed our marriage." "I think I understand. You came upon his kinky stash. You feel repulsed and betrayed. You want to hurt him as badly as he's hurt you." "I must say that you're very good at what you do. You are very intuitive." "Honey, when you've talked to as many submissive men as I have, you could do this in your sleep. Come to think of it, why don't you? I don't mean professionally, but it would be an interesting way to save your marriage and pay him back for his deception." The idea of saving my marriage appealed to me, but I wasn't sure about the rest of it. "I'm no mistress, Miss, er, Mistress Monica. I wouldn't know where to begin." "Call me Monica. We keep a profile on our clients. I can email it to you, and then we could go through it and create a scenario for you and your husband, one that will continue for as long as you please. It would take an hour or so, are you willing to pay the charges?" "To save my marriage and pay him back? It would be worth it." I gave her my email address, and we waited while I sent it to the printer. We chatted while it printed. "Just out of curiosity, does he really have a small penis?" I had to laugh. "Well, at least he's told the truth about something. Although I have to admit, it gets as stiff as a twig, and it stays that way. Chris is rather small and petite, so it doesn't look quite as puny if he was built like a football player" "That's good to know. I can recommend the proper chastity device without all the measuring and guesswork. How about you, what do you look like?" "I've been told that I look like the tall redhead on "That 70's Show." I'm at least three inches taller than Chris." "I still can't believe that Chris is such a freak," I said. "He's so normal, he's lame." "That's the way it usually is, she laughed, "But he's hardly a freak. There are lots of men whose fantasies are a contradiction to who they really are." "Just how many "Naughty Sissies" do you talk to?" "You punched in the code, that's his number." I gasped. "You have that many perverts? That's incredible!" "Honey, that's just his number. There are more, and that's just the guys using that screen name. There are men with far more unusual requests than your Naughty Sissy. Have you printed his profile?" "I'm all set. What do I do next?" "I'll walk you through it. This should be fun; I'm accustomed to playing to the guy's fantasies. This time we're going to use his fantasies against him. Before we begin, there are lots of web sites that pay for photos and videos. It's just something to keep in mind. Okay, first of all... * * * * * I was sitting on the couch when Chris came home. His box of lingerie, his secret credit card and cell phone sat on the coffee table. I feigned being too engrossed with his laptop to look up. I returned his hello with a disinterested one of my own. I would have enjoyed seeing the look on his face, but the moment was captured on the new surveillance cameras I had installed in strategic locations throughout the house. I also increased the lighting, not enough for Chris to notice, but enough to improve the quality of the tapes and the photos I intended to take. Naturally, the audio was state of the art, as well. "Carol, he stammered, I can explain." I kept my eyes on the screen as I replied. "I sincerely doubt that you can explain, but I don't see any need. This smut speaks for itself." He dropped his bag and rushed to sit beside me on the sofa. I could hear his breath coming in short gasps as he saw the photos on his laptop. "I'm sorry, Carol. Please, Carol, you know how much I love you." "If you love me that much, why did you keep this from me? Husbands and wives shouldn't keep secrets from each other." I still hadn't taken my eyes off his laptop. "I'm sorry; I thought you would think I was a pervert." I finally turned and looked at him. I had to keep from laughing. He was as white as a ghost and visibly shaking. "You are a pervert, but you're my pervert. Did it ever occur to you to come to me instead of a voice on the phone?" There it was; the glimmer of hope in his eyes. He was nibbling at the bait. "Carol, do you mean that you would consider..." "Consider what, treating you like a pervert, giving you just what you deserve?" "I don't know what to say, this is happening so fast!" I took hold of his chin and drew him close, until we were face to face. "Repeat after me: I will respect and obey my wife at all times." "I will, he gulped, "respect and obey my wife at all times." He'd taken the bait. I turned my attention to the laptop before I replied. "That is Rule number one: you will respect and obey me, without question." "Yes, Mistress." "That won't do, I am not your mistress. I am your wife, and you belong to me. Now, Rule number two: I will stay off of the furniture. I suggest you do that, at once." Baited and hooked, he fell to his knees and knelt at my feet beside the coffee table. "I will explain the rules as we go along, but this is a command: you will go and shower. You will shave your genitals and return to me. I suggest you do that, at once." I smiled with satisfaction as he crawled away on his hands and knees. I hadn't ordered him to crawl. He would soon learn not to assume my wishes. I hoped he hadn't taken it upon himself to shave his legs. That was another part of his fetish he would be denied until it was no longer a pleasure for him. But I didn't want him to know that, not yet. I wasn't surprised to see him crawling naked to kneel at my feet. I'd closed the laptop and taken a seat in the leather armchair, the armchair that was once his alone. I breathed a sigh of relief to see that he hadn't shaved his legs. He was probably planning on begging me not to "make" him do that. I was beginning to warm up to this. This just might be entertaining, after all! "Turn around and place your forehead on the floor. I want you to spread your knees and stick your ass up as high as you can." Once he'd assumed the position, I reached forward and fondled his balls. They were as smooth as a baby's and, truthfully, not much larger. His penis was already stiff and drooling precum. "You should see yourself. You look ridiculous, like a little queer boy, waiting to get fucked. Come on, queer boy; wag that fanny. Shake it like you want it!" I giggled as he swung his ass for me. According to Monica, this was the final culmination, the zenith of his submissive fantasy. Having a man fuck his ass wasn't something he actually wanted to do. It was the final humiliation, a part of the profile where he rarely ventured. She suggested that I hint at it early in his training, and then refrain from bringing it up again. Well, not ever, but at least for now. "Roll over, onto your back." Once in position, I stood up and straddled his torso, facing his throbbing little boner. I raised my denim skirt to reveal my naked pussy. Without ceremony, I lowered myself until my pussy rested lightly on his face. He began to lick me. "Stop that! I didn't give you permission to eat me. Just lay still and concentrate on breathing." I rubbed my pussy back and forth, up and down his face. I found his nose with my clit and ground myself against it. While he gasped for air, I stroked his cock. Each time I thought he was about to cum; I let it go and watched it bobbing up and down. When I felt he was back in control, I ran my finger up and down his hairless balls, and then resumed stroking his dick. Previous experience taught me to bring him off by using my thumb and forefinger just under the crown. Using a rolling motion, I flip the tip of his dick up and down until he squirts. I hadn't planned on cumming myself, but I had two orgasms before I finally let him cum. Once he'd finished, his dick began to soften. As I mentioned, Chris's little penis grows hard quickly, so I had to hurry. I reached for the little plastic cage and used his semen for lubrication to fasten him into the device. I gave it a tug and slapped it back and forth a few times before I stood and straightened my skirt. I sat back in his chair and picked up a magazine. Chris stayed in position until he meekly asked what I wanted him to do next. "You can get dressed if you like, I really don't care. I'm finished with you for now." I smiled with satisfaction when he stood and walked to the bedroom. He thought we were through role playing. He probably thought I would remove the chastity cage before bed. I had to hand it to Monica, she really knew her stuff. I remained stoic when he returned dressed in his robe and sat down on the sofa with a sheepish grin. "What are you doing on the sofa?" He looked bewildered. "I thought we were finished with the game." I pointed to the carpet at my feet. "Get over here." Once he was kneeling beseechingly at my feet, I surprised him with a sharp slap on the face. I grabbed the front of his robe and dragged him up to face me again. "What is Rule number one?" He actually had to think back to remember. "Rule number one: I will respect and obey my wife at all times." "Tell me, Chris, what is Rule number two?" "Rule number two: I will stay off of the furniture." I tightened my hold on his robe. "This isn't a game. This isn't role play. You will obey my rules. You will stay off the furniture. You are not allowed on the furniture, not in this house, not ever. You will not place anything on the furniture. You will not remove anything from the furniture. If I forget to leave the remote on the floor, you will not watch television. Do you understand?" The sheepish grin and been replaced with grim realization. "I understand, but may I ask a question." "Unless I tell you to be silent, you may always ask a question. Rule number three: I will not beg or whine. Now, what is it?" "Will I be allowed to sleep in our bed?" "The bed falls under a different category. The bed will be subject to command. We will get to that later. Is there anything else?" "No, dear, I understand." "Very well; would you like to watch television before dinner?" "Yes, please." I reached over to the coffee table and picked up the remote. I tossed it to him and returned to my magazine. Chris sat on the floor and turned on the TV. * * * * * Presently, I put down my magazine and announced that I was about to prepare dinner. Again, the hope of experiencing his fantasy flashed across Chris's face. "Would you like me to fix dinner, dear? "Oh, no, sweetie; you just relax while I get it ready. Is spaghetti okay with you? I didn't have a chance to do the grocery shopping. "Sure, Carol; spaghetti is fine." He looked bewildered. So far, the only part of his fetishes I'd addressed was the cock cage, which was only a prop in his fantasy. He was hoping that I would "order" him to perform his domestic chores. I left him sitting on the floor as I made dinner. "Come and get it. I hope you're hungry. I thought we'd eat in the kitchen. There's no point in making a mess in the dining room." He didn't miss the fact that the table was set for one. I filled two plates and set one on the table, and then handed my dumbfounded husband his plate. I sat down and began to have my dinner. "Carol, ah, where...where would you like me to sit?" "What is Rule number two?" I kept my attention to my plate while he answered. "Rule number two: I will stay off of the furniture." I shrugged, as if it were self explanatory. "The counter isn't furniture; would it be okay if I ate standing at the counter?" "That's true; the counter isn't furniture. But I don't like the idea of having you looming over me with your plate higher than mine. Why don't you come and sit beside me? I indicated the floor next to my chair. He sat down, frustrated. This wasn't what he had in mind. All I had to do, he thought, was to order him into the kitchen, where he would prepare dinner. He imagined being "forced" to wear nothing but one of my aprons. This wasn't kinky, this wasn't fun. Sitting on the floor, still dressed in his bathrobe was just uncomfortable, especially because I behaved as if we'd always eaten in this fashion. I couldn't keep from laughing as he tried to bring a forkful of spaghetti from his plate on the floor to his mouth. "Chris, why don't you just pick up your plate and raise it closer to your mouth? See, isn't that much easier?" We ate our dinner and chatted as usual. Occasionally, I would offer him a roll, or he would hold up his wine glass for a refill. "I'd be happy to do the dishes and clean the kitchen, honey." "Thanks, Chris, but I can handle this. The remote is still on the floor, isn't it? Why don't you watch TV? My shows are on tonight." Chris hates Desperate Housewives and CSI. I'm sure he was hoping that the humiliation of watching these programs from the living room carpet would give me some ideas. Perhaps, he hoped I would remove his cage and maybe let him...but that wasn't how the evening was spent. He tried to make himself comfortable without a pillow while I watched my shows." "Well, I said as I stood and stretched, "I'm ready for bed. Oh, I almost forgot, you don't know our new sleeping arrangements.' I knelt beside him and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to the bath and prepare for bed. When I come out, I expect to find you on the floor next to the bed. I will decide whether I want you in my bed depending on my needs and your behavior." "Do you want me to wear anything, ah, in particular?" He glanced over to the box of lingerie on the coffee table. "Wear what you like. If you'd feel more comfortable in panties or one of your frilly nighties, just say the word and I'll set your box on the floor." "That's okay; if you'd rather I didn't." "Whatever; turn out the lights and come to bed." Once again, I'd taken the fun out of it for him. I left him in the living room and went to the master bath to get ready for bed. When I came out of the bath, he was naked and sitting like an Indian beside the bed. He looked up, expectedly. I walked to the other side of the bed and slipped in. I allowed him a good look at my short silky robe before I let it fall to the floor. I let him have a good look at the matching bikini panties before I tossed him a pillow and turned off the light. It took less than five minutes before he was whimpering. "You are such a baby. Come on up here before I change my mind." I spooned him as we drifted off to sleep. * * * * * I was awakened the next morning with Chris tossing and turning in bed. Several times, he was up and in the bathroom. He would climb back into bed and wake me up each time I tried to go back to sleep. Finally, I gave up and sat up in bed. "What the hell is wrong with you? It's Sunday morning. How can I sleep in with you bouncing up and out of bed?" "It's this thing on my cock. I can't get rid of this hard on. I can't even get hard with this thing. Would you please take it off, now? I need to pee, and I can't even do that!" "No, not now; I'm trying to sleep. Get out of bed and go watch your football games." "Please, Carol, can't you take it off so I can at least go pee?" "I said, no; didn't you hear me the first time?" "Carol I can't stand it! Please, just so I can go pee. I'll put it back on, I swear!" "What is Rule number three?" "Rule umber three: I will not whine or beg." I got out of bed and slipped my robe on. I went to the closet and started rummaging around until I found what I needed. I'm sure Chris thought I was looking for the key. "Get over here. Take off your bathrobe and sit at my feet." In a flash, he was naked and kneeling at my feet. Instead of unlocking his cage, I placed a dog collar around his neck and attached the leash. The leash was one of those that extends and contracts like a tape measure. "You enjoy crawling so much, you can follow me." I led him through the house, tugging on the leash. He struggled to keep up. He knew I was pissed. He knew I wasn't teasing him the way he would enjoy. I needn't look to know his little penis was no longer pushing against its cage. I led him out the back door and into the backyard. I ordered him to crawl to the middle of the yard and stay. I uncoiled the garden hose and attached the trigger nozzle to its end. "Chris, remind me, what is Rule number one?" "Rule number one: I will respect and obey my wife at all times." Without warning, I turned the hose on him. The night had been cold enough to ensure the water was ice cold. He yelped and whimpered as he tried to avoid the cold spray of water. I hosed him off until he was dripping wet. He tried desperately to catch his breath. I used the trigger nozzle to stop the water and then gave him a moment to recover. He was shivering so hard, he could barely hold his position. "What is Rule number three?" "Ruh...ruh...Rule n-number th-three: I will not whine or beg." I turned the hose on him again. This time, I adjusted the nozzle until it produced a thin, hard stream. I placed a lawn chair about twenty feet from him and made myself comfortable before I gave him a blast that hit him square on his shrunken testicles. He cried out in pain and closed his legs to avoid the stream of cold water. "Spread you knees or I'll think of something else to teach you to mind me." Reluctantly he resumed his position. I gave him a few shots directly to his asshole. "Well Chris, tell me, do you still have an erection?" "No, Carol; my dick is soft now." I turned off the water and reeled him in with the leash. I ordered him to rise into a kneeling position at my feet. "You can buy an ice pack; you can use a bag of frozen peas or you can take a cold shower. Or, I can drag you out here and hose you down like a horny dog. But you will never break The Rules simply because you can't control your erection." Even under these circumstances, Chris would have loved for me to ridicule his diminutive penis by calling it his little weenie, his tiny pee-pee or something of that nature. Chris was denied the only pleasure he could have derived from his lesson. All that was left was to give him a sliver of hope that he would finally be allowed his fantasies. I opened my skimpy robe and slipped off my panties. I placed them over his head with the crotch covering his nose, mouth and chin. I grabbed his wet hair and began to grind my pussy against his face. I humped the crotch of my silk panties to a mind shattering orgasm before I removed them from his face. I removed the collar and spoke to him as if nothing had happened. "You'd better go inside and put on something warm before you catch your death of cold." "Yes dear; would you like me to wash your panties by hand for you?" "Thank you, honey; but I have some others that need washed. I'll do them later myself. It's Sunday; go watch your football while I get dressed and make breakfast." * * * * * Chris was quiet as a mouse for the rest of the weekend. He sat on the floor and watched football while I puttered around the house, cleaning and doing the laundry. He asked me once if I'd like him to help, but I cheerfully told him that I was doing fine by myself. He also asked if I'd like him to do the grocery shopping, to which I again declined his offer. The box of lingerie and his laptop was still sitting on the coffee table. Monica had told me that along with the threat of taking it up the ass; he would live in fear of being humiliated in front of others. Earning His Keep "Carol, ah, what do you plan to do with my...things?" "Oh, I think I'll leave them right where they are, for now. Dinner won't be ready for quite some time. Just relax, it's your Sunday as well as mine." I was basting the turkey when he wandered into the kitchen. "Carol, I tried to go down to my workshop, but the door is locked." "Yes, I've decided that you've been doing more than sawing wood down there. I think it best that you forget about your workshop. We'll find something else to occupy your time. Now would be a good time to take your shower." Five years before I'd met Chris, I started a travel agency that has become a very lucrative business. Since money wasn't an issue, Chris had decided that he'd make money by making and selling furniture. He has done neither, but it kept him happy and gave him something to do while I was working. Now, my business was one more thing to control him. He knew that he would be left without an income, should we part company. "Sit down; dinner is ready." We dined in the same manner as the night before, with Chris at my feet. The only difference being that he wore nothing but his chastity device. This became our normal routine as time went by. * * * * * Bedtime and I found Chris kneeling beside the bed. I was also naked and propped myself up with pillows on the bed. "Come up here; I want you to eat my pussy before we go to bed. He scurried up on the bed and knelt between my spread legs. I raised my knees and let him watch as I fingered and played with myself. When I was good and wet, I allowed him to lick me. He didn't just lick my pussy, he worshipped it. I do not shave my pussy. I have a nice little cinnamon muff that doesn't require trimming. He gently nestled his face against me. He nuzzled my pussy until my petals blossomed like a silky wet flower. Chris had always been good at cunnilingus, but that night he brought be to several orgasms. Once I was satisfied, I ordered him back on the floor. "For breaking the rules, you will not be allowed a pillow or blanket. Good night. I turned off the light and made myself comfortable. Chris did the same on the floor. * * * * * Things were going well. Chris learned to accept the fact that his submission was genuine. He realized that he was at my mercy. He resigned himself to obeying The Rules. He recognized his duty to orally pleasure me, not merely to earn his own gratification, but also to earn the privilege of sleeping in bed and not on the floor. I didn't completely deny him orgasms. I would sit on his face as he lay on the floor. I'd remove his cage and quickly milk his dick until he covered my hand with semen. Sometimes, I "rewarded" Chris by allowing him to masturbate into the toilet before he shaved his genitals. He performed this without supervision. He would have loved for me to watch him jerk off, but that was something I trusted him to do on his own. He didn't know that the camera captured him straddling the commode to make his deposit. The camera caught that funny look of concentration men get when they beat their meat. Chris spent most of his time in a state of frustration. He asked if he was free to leave the house. I acted surprised that he'd even posed the question, but I introduced Rule Number Four: I will never tell a lie to anyone. I was happy to occasionally have the house to myself, but I insisted that he tell me where he went and what he did. It wasn't much, a trip to the mall or a movie. He asked me so many times if I had any errands for him that I had to remind him of Rule Number Three. Instead of a naughty sissy buying panties for his mistress, he was a horny husband with no way to vent his constant state of arousal. When home alone, Chris followed The Rules for nearly a month before he slipped. I didn't want him to know about the surveillance cameras, so I devised another way to catch him. He was sitting on the floor watching television the night I confronted him. "So Chris; how was your day? Did you do anything special? I'm sorry that I left the remote on the coffee table. You must have been bored stiff." "It wasn't so bad. I took a long walk and had a nap." "You didn't watch TV, then?" "No, dear; the remote was on the coffee table." "So, if I had wrapped a hair around the remote, it would still be there?" The color drained from his face. He was still fumbling for an answer when I blindsided him again. "Suppose I sprayed the recliner with a chemical that appears under a black light, would I find any on your skin or your clothes?" Chris had devised a way to ask for mercy without begging. He scrambled to my feet, where he knelt with his forehead on the carpet. "It appears that you've broken three out of four rules. Is this true?" "I'm sorry, dear." "What do you think I should do with you?" "I think you should punish me." "Tell the truth, what do you think I should do to punish you?" "I think you should take me over your knee and spank me, Carol." "Do you think I should dress you in panties, so I can pull them down to spank you?" "I think I deserve to be spanked in panties, dear." I reached for his box and rummaged around until I came up with a pair of panties. They were white cotton with little roses. I pulled his pants down and removed his cock cage. I gave him the panties. "Put these on. No, not here; go to the bedroom and change. Don't keep me waiting." His little hard on tented the front of the panties as he resumed his position at my feet. He actually believed he was going to enjoy his punishment! Imagine his surprise when I grabbed him firmly by his ear and dragged him down to the basement. I'd been busy, you see. I had a couple of surprises for my husband. "What do you think? No bad, for an amateur. It's called a pillory. I used solid ash and stained it with golden oak, and then I applied three coats of Verathane to give it a nice glossy finish. Do you like it? The holes are custom fit, just for you. I even padded the inside with foam rubber. Your hands, head and ankles should be comfortable in addition to a snug fir. Step up here and let's give it a test run." Once in place, Chris was trapped like an errant pilgrim. He was bent over at the waist, with his neck and wrists protruding from the top section. His legs were spread, knees slightly bent to fit the holes for his ankles. Needless to say, Chris had lost his erection. From the rear, his butt protruded lewdly. "Oh, I forgot! You wanted to be spanked over my knee. Well, as long as you're already in the stocks, we might as well use them. Besides, I made something else that should work better in this position." I walked around to face him and showed him the paddle. "This is also made of ash. I thought about using knotty pine, just for a laugh, but the ash is much stronger. Eighteen inches long, twenty-four if you count the handle. The fifteen holes let the air pass through, so the bottom can feel the full force. Excuse me; it's your bottom on the receiving end. Do you still think I should pull your panties down?" Chris was terrified. This wasn't what he'd had in mind. "I'd like to wear them, if you don't mind." I made a small cut in the fabric with a putty knife and then ripped them off his ass. "I think we'd better put something in your mouth. Rule Number Three is the only one you haven't broken. We can't have you begging for mercy, can we?" It wasn't merely a ball gag, it was a harness. I saw it on the Internet and I'd loved the way the model's eyes peered through the straps that joined at the top of the forehead. There is a ring at the top, but I wouldn't need it tonight. "There, now you can only squeal like a girl while I bust your ass." I took my time. I circled around him, watching his face, watching his butt shiver each time I swatted him with the paddle. This was no kinky little spanking. I beat his ass until I thought he might pass out. When his buns showed the early signs of broken skin, I stopped and let him catch his breath. I loved the terror that stared between the straps of leather, and the drool that ran from the ball in his mouth. This was definitely not what Chris had in mind for a punishment. I removed the gag so he could speak. "I have more to show you. I used your router to make this plaque." It was eighteen inches square. It was also stained in oak with a nice chamfer around its edges. There was a decorative brass ring at the top for mounting. Its message said: The Rules One: I will respect and obey my wife at all times. Two: I will stay off of the furniture at all times. Three: I will never whine or beg for mercy. Four: I will never tell a lie to anyone. Five: I do this of my own free will. "I'm going to prop this up on the stool so that you can recite it for me. But first, I have one last thing to show you." I walked slowly around the pillory until he could see me gently tapping the palm of my hand with the long thin cane. I removed the ball from his mouth. "You are going to recite The Rules, and with each rule, you will receive one stroke of the cane. If you think the paddle was painful, you will find the cane wicked. If you beg for mercy, you will receive another stoke, and then another, until you have completed your task without begging. I suggest you confine your speech to The Rules. You may begin. "One: I will respect and obey my wife at all times." The cane left a nasty welt on his right butt cheek. "Two: I will stay off of the furniture at all times." Even though he clamped his jaw shut, he emitted a keening whimper. "Three: I will never whine or beg for mercy." Blood trickled where two of the welts crossed each other. "Four: I will never tell a lie to anyone." His bladder released after the fourth stroke of the cane. "Five: I do this of my own free will. Instead of whipping him, I simply touched his blistered ass with the cane. "That's enough, your punishment is ended. However, you will remain in place until I've had my dinner. I suggest that you take the time to read and study The Rules." When I'd climbed the stairs, I stopped and gazed down at my husband. He looked pitiful with his head and limbs firmly secured to the wooden contraption and his ass beaten to a pulp. I could see his tears joining the puddle of urine and saliva at his feet. I wondered if he would still be willing to continue his submission to me. I wondered how he would react when he discovered that he no longer had a choice. * * * * * The beating left Chris with a great respect for The Rules. He also came to realize that his fantasies might never be fulfilled. He'd come to accept his role as the subordinate one in our marriage. He'd always loved and respected me, but he'd learned to fear me, as well. Everything was going according to plan, except for one thing: I'd begun this punishment as a retribution for his deceit. As time went by, I'd grown to love my role as the Alpha member of our marriage. True, I was always the bread winner, but that was because my business was thriving before we met. Now, I was in complete control. Chris would obey or face the consequences. His goal was to avoid the garden hose. His goal was to avoid the pillory. He lived to keep me from becoming angry, and I'd come to enjoy the thought of beating his ass. Chris's confinement to the chastity cage had become a nuisance, due in part to his resignation to The Rules and the problems it caused to keep his genitals shaved. I made some changes in our bedtime routine. I no longer made him wear his cage in my presence. He wouldn't dare play with himself without my permission. I made him wear it whenever I left him alone. It was for his own good, to resist the temptation. Chris was allowed to join me in the bathroom when I prepare for bed. I allowed him to kneel behind me while I stood at the sink. I let him worship my ass while he masturbated. I have to admit that it feels wonderful to have your ass kissed. I came to find the he had a fixation for the fleshy part of my butt that ends in a crease at my thighs. He would whimper as he reverently kissed my soft butt cheeks. Sometimes, I even let him lick my asshole until he splattered his semen on the bathroom tile. It didn't take many times for Chris to lick his cum off the floor to remember to keep the bathroom floor clean. He did the same for the carpets and kitchen, as well. When you aren't allowed on the furniture, a clean floor is essential. Besides, what else did he have to do? Having him jerk off before he came to bed was also a good idea. I could spoon him if I wasn't in the mood for sex. I could also ride his face or his cock or simply have him eat my pussy. Chris's penis is no longer and barely thicker than one of those spring door stops that attaches to the baseboard. Unlike the doorstop, his little dick stays very hard, so it's easy to grind my clit against it to produce a satisfying orgasm. * * * * * "Oh, hello Monica, how are you?" "I'm well and good, Carol. I just called to thank you for the pictures and videos for the web site. Why, just these videos alone will pay for the cameras and audio equipment." "I should be thanking you. That was a healthy check you sent me. I just hope the quality was good enough." "Are you kidding? Only professional lighting could have improved them. The quality is fantastic, especially the footage from the bathroom. The living room and bedroom shots turned out well, but everything recorded during the daylight is superb." "I'm so glad to hear it. How about the beating in the basement? Were you able to use it?" "The shots from the basement were dark, but it worked out well. It has a real dungeon look to it. It's time to get some footage from mobile cameras. The phone takes great stills, but you can't direct him and shoot pics without his knowledge. Have you found someone yet?" "I've had someone in mind all along. I've known her since we were children. She's worked for me for years and she's already aware of what we're doing. We had a little thing together as teens, and she wants to rekindle that." "It sounds wonderful. Send more stuff when you can and I'll let you know when we've edited and posted this on the site. All of the naughty sissies are going to want the DVD. Don't forget, dear; the product is infinitely better if the sub is not enjoying his role." "Monica, are we ever going to tell him that he's an Internet star?" Monica laughed. "Of course we will. Sooner or later, he'll begin to enjoy himself. He can't help it. He needs to submit. That's when we'll show him what the customers have been paying for!" * * * * * Jan arrived promptly at ten on a Sunday morning. I'd spent the early morning hours getting Chris to cum as many times as possible. He is always meek and humble when his needs have been met. Jan is brutally frank by nature, and Chris has always been intimidated by her aggressive nature, as well as her beauty. Jan could be Jennifer Aniston's sister, her small perky breasts the only difference. So, I was looking forward to this. I'd purchased a professional video camera that was ready to go. Chris sat on the living room floor when I answered the door. He was dressed, but his box of lingerie still sat on the coffee table. "Hi Jan! What brings you over, so bright and early?" As usual we exchanged a hug and light kiss. Jan doesn't enter a room, she descends upon it. Chris started to fidget the moment he saw her. "I just wanted to bring over those new brochures for the Cayman Islands cruise. I think they turned out well, but you're the boss. Hi Chris, I haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to?" "Nothing special, Jan. How've you been doing?" "Without, mostly; I could use a big strong man like you around the house. Carol's a lucky gal." "Have a seat, Jan, and I'll put on some coffee. Let Chris see the brochures, I've been thinking about a vacation, and the Caymans sound wonderful." With Chris's back to me, I took up the camera and started shooting. "Come sit with me," Jan said to Chris, "I want you to look at these beaches, they're beautiful." Chris was already shaking like a leaf. He knew there was no way Jan could miss the box on the table. Now, he was faced with Rule number four. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Jan." "Why the hell not? What's keeping you?" "Because I'm...I'm not allowed on the furniture." Jan started to laugh, as if he were joking. "You always were a strange one. Now come on, I want you to see these." "I'm serious; Carol doesn't allow me on the furniture." Three cameras caught his expression from three different angles, while I captured Jan's performance with the hand held. "You're not joking, are you? Are you that pussy-whipped that you have to sit on the floor?" "That's the way Carol wants it. She won't allow me on the furniture." Jan started to giggle. The giggle turned into a laugh, until she was howling and pointing at the defeated man sitting on the floor in front of her. Eventually, her laughter subsided enough for her to wipe her tears. That's when she noticed the box at the end of the coffee table. She pulled it towards her and inspected the contents. "My, what pretty things we have in here! I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that all of these panties and things belong to you. Am I correct, Chris? Look at me, not the floor!" Chris jerked his head up and gazed up at Jan. Here was the most intimidating woman he'd ever known, picking through his sizable box of women's clothes. This was not fantasy, this was real. Chris struggled to face her. "Everything in the box belongs to me, Jan." "Oh, I have a nightie exactly like this one. Do the straps slip off of your shoulders, too?" "They did when I used to wear it." "Don't you wear it anymore? The way it was sitting out here in plain sight, I'd assumed you liked dressing up for Carol." I'd stashed the camera and took this moment to return to the sofa with a tray of coffee and cups. Together, Jan and I sat and watched Chris endure the humiliation of his exposure. "Heavens, no; I'm not interested in watching him prance around like a sissy." "Oh, why not, Carol? He has some lovely things here. I've heard about this kind of thing. It seems harmless, to me. Personally, I'd love to see Chris in something frilly. He has such a cute little body; I'd love to see his sweet little butt in panties" "If you'd like to play dolls with him, be my guest. I don't find it repulsive; I just have no interest in it. I won't let him on the furniture as punishment for deceiving me. Do whatever you want with him; just keep him off the furniture." "Oh goody! Let's see what we can find to make you pretty." Jan began to remove articles of clothes and sorting them in piles on the table. She made various comments about his tastes as she did. "Oh, Carol, you have to look at these! Chris, where in the world did you find these satin panties with the elastic legs and the ruffles across the bottom? They're darling!" "They...they came with the dress." Jan began digging in earnest and shrieked at her discovery. "Carol, would you look at this? It's a Shirley Temple dress!" Jan held up an adult sized replica of the type of party dress made famous by the young Shirley Temple. It was pink, with a white collar, puffy sleeves and a short hemline that was intended to be worn with enough petticoats to allow the satin panties to show "Carol, look at this! He has everything, the undershirt, the petticoats; he even has the white Mary Jane shoes and the ankle socks. Chris, do you enjoy dressing up like a little girl?" "I've never worn the dress. The buttons are in the back, and I can't reach them by myself." Carol, please; I have to see him all dolled up in this!" Earning His Keep I picked up the brochures as if I had no interest. "Be my guest. If he gives you any trouble, just let me know. I doubt that he will. He's been dying to dress up like a sissy anyway." Chris was dying, alright. He was dying of embarrassment as he stripped in front of Jan. When he removed his pants, Jan howled in disappointment. "His legs are hairy! Now, how can he be Shirley Temple with hairy legs?" "You know where the bathroom is. I'd use the electric razor before I shaved him." I listened as Jan shaved his legs. She shaved his armpits, as well. She spoke to him as if he were a toddler, giving gentle instructions. When Jan burst into laughter, I knew she'd removed his boxers and saw his little dick for the first time. "Well, Shirley, I guess we won't have to worry about that peeking through the waistband, will we? Does it ever get hard? It's so small, it isn't even long enough to hang down!" Eventually, Jan led my smooth and contrite husband by the hand into the living room. I hadn't seen his dick that small since I'd hosed him down with cold water in the backyard. "Raise your arms, Shirley. Let's get this pretty little undershirt and panties on." Chris complied as Jan dressed him in the undershirt and the panties. Once the petticoats were on, he was ready for the dress. "But we'll put your shoes and socks on first. Sit down; this is something big girls can do for themselves." Mortified, Chris sat on the floor and put his shoes and socks on. Jan had to show him how to fold the socks so the little pink roses could be seen. Once that was finished, he stood and raised his arms so that Jan could slip the dress over his head. She tugged and pulled at the dress until it lay perfectly over his petticoats. Just as I expected, Chris's ruffled panties were plainly visible. He looked delightfully ridiculous. "Look at you! If you had a mop of curly hair, you would look exactly like Shirley Temple! I'll bet you can sing the lollipop song. Do you know the words?" Rule Number Four betrayed him once again. "Yes, Jan, I know the words." I feigned disgust and pretended to leave for the kitchen. As before I used the hand held camera. We didn't want the audio portion spoiled by our amusement. Even so Jan giggled as Chris obediently sang and danced to the famous tune: On the good ship Lollipop, It's a sweet trip to the candy shop, Where bon bons play, On the sunny beach of peppermint bay. Jan teased him without mercy throughout the day. I managed to use the hand held camera to record him without his knowledge. The final editing caught Chris bending forward with his hands on his knees and swaying his ruffled panties at the video camera. I have to admit that I was feeling more than amusement as I filmed Chris. As he stood in front of Jan with tears in his eyes and his thumb in his mouth, I felt empowered, giddy with the plans I had for him. After five years of marriage, Chris was finally earning his keep. I let Jan say her good-bye to Chris before I stashed the hand held and joined them in the foyer. Jan put her arms around him and hugged him tightly. She lifted him up on his toes, which gave me a beautiful view of his frilly little girl underpants. "Good-bye Shirley. If you are very good, perhaps Carol will let you dress up for Auntie Jan again. She might even let you come to my house, sometime. I could be your babysitter! Would you like that? Would you like Auntie Jan to baby-sit little Shirley?" Chris knew better than tell a lie. "I hope Carol will decide that I'm too old for a baby sitter, Auntie Jan." "I have no problem with that, I said. " It sounds like the two of you have finally found something in common. Maybe this will make up for the years of ill feelings between the two of you." "Bye Carol, I'll see Monday. Let me know about the brochures." I was barely in my leather chair when Chris was kneeling at my feet. I flipped through the brochures and ignored him until he spoke. Stammered is more like it. "Carol, are you really going to let Jan...you know...treat me like..." "Like a sissy? Sure, why not? I have no interest in indulging your silly games. Really, Chris? A Shirley Temple dress? I knew you were a submissive wimp, but I had no idea how seriously you take this sissy thing? Did you enjoy playing dress up with Jan?" "No Carol. I was terrified and humiliated. Doing it for real isn't like fantasizing. I wanted to die! She took pictures of me with her phone camera. Do you think she might show them to someone?" "I don't know, Chris, you know how she is. There's no telling what Jan will do. If I were you, I would be on my best behavior. You never know when "Auntie Jan" will want you to sing and dance for her. I want no part of it. I don't mind beating your ass when you need it, or putting your dick in a cage, but I'm not into the sissy thing. Look at you, in your frilly party dress. You look absurd. You look pathetic. Do you think Jan gets off being your "Auntie?" She loved seeing you make a complete fool of yourself." I took the box from the coffee table and handed it to him. "I don't want to see any of this again, if I can help it. Take this and that ridiculous dress into the guest room. You can keep your naughty things in there, from now on. If Jan wants to play with you, you will obey her, but you will never forget to follow The Rules. Have I made myself clear?" "Yes, dear, I understand." "Good, go hang up your dresses and put your box in the closet. And stay off of the furniture." * * * * * "Oh, my God, Carol! He actually stood there and sang the lollipop song?" "Monica, he not only sang, he danced! Jan had him prancing and wagging his ass with his hands on his knees!" "I can't wait to see it. It sounds like he's ready for more fun with Auntie Jan. The fact that he was already intimidated by your friend and the threat of the basement has taken all of the fun out of his submission. That always makes for a premium product. Are you ready to step it up another notch?" "The other phone is ringing, now. That should be Jan. I'm letting him pick it up." "Wonderful, I'll let you go, then. Remember to use as much light as possible." "Will do, Monica. I'll talk to you later." * * * * * "Hi, Shirley! Where's your mommy?" "Carol," Chris called, "Jan is on the phone." "Tell her to hold on, I'll be there in a minute." "Jan, Carol says she'll be with you in a moment." "No problem, Shirley, did you have fun the other day?" "You know that I can't lie to you." "Then tell me, did you have fun dressing up and singing for Auntie Jan?" "No, Jan, I didn't have a good time." "But, Shirley, it was your little dress and it was your pretty undies. How did it feel to finally wear them in front of someone?" "I've never been more humiliated in my life." "But isn't that why you bought them? Don't you want to be teased and humiliated?" "Not anymore, Jan. It wasn't like I thought it would be, not at all." "Oh Shirley, I'm sorry, I was looking forward to playing with you again! Isn't Carol going in to the store today?" "Carol," he called, "Are you going in to work today?" "Tell her that I'm getting ready to go right now." "Jan, she's getting ready, now." "Shirley, ask Carol if I can come over and play with you today." "Carol, Jan wants to know if she can come and play with me today." "It's up to you, Chris. Do you want Jan to spend the day with you?" "I'd rather not, dear." "Would you rather take a trip down to the basement?" "No, dear, I don't want to go downstairs ever again." "Then, you'd better ask Jan to come and play. I'd show her some respect, if I were you. Didn't you tell me that she took some photos of you in your dress?" "Jan," he said into the phone, "Will you please come over and play with me?" "Only if you promise to be good and do as Auntie Jan tells you to do." "I promise...Auntie Jan. I'll be good and do as I'm told." "Oh goody, I have a new game to play! Tell Carol that I'm on my way." * * * * * Twenty minutes later, Jan arrived with a large shopping bag. "Hi Shirley, are you ready to have some fun?" "I'm ready to do as I'm told," he hung his head and said, "Auntie Jan." "Hi Jan, with all of his things, you've brought him some more?" "Oh, we're going to have fun! I brought lots of fun things for Shirley." "Just remember The Rules. There is a plaque hanging in the kitchen, if you need it. I'm leaving the basement unlocked, but call me first before you use it." "I don't think we'll need the basement. We can have lots of fun up here." Before I left, I took Chris in my arms. We said good-bye the conventional way that all couples do. I even gave him a deep French kiss and looked at him lasciviously. "Be good and I'll make it up to you tonight." He actually thought that I meant conventional lovemaking! His penis was hard against his jeans. How ironic, that Chris now fantasizes about having normal sex with his wife! "Okay, enough of that! Shirley, why don't you go and take off your clothes while I talk to Carol?" Once Chris was gone, we got out the hand-held recorder and placed it where I could get it without Chris knowing I was there. I slammed the door and went to the kitchen to hide. "There you are, all naked and shaved. Come sit over here and I'll show you my surprise." Chris took his place on the floor next to the coffee table. "Since Carol won't allow you on the furniture, I had to think of a pretend game to play" Jan reached into her bag and withdrew a bonnet, a bib and an adult sized diaper. "We're going to play baby!" * * * * * By the time I had the hand held camera trained on Chris; Jan had already spread the adult sized baby blanket on the floor. The kinky baby articles were all gifts from Monica. The curtains were wide open, allowing plenty of light for the three hidden cameras and the one I held. My job was to zoom in for the close-ups and leave the rest of the filming to the other cameras. "Okay, Baby, lay down on your blanky, so your Auntie Jan can diaper you. That's a good Baby, spread your legs and raise up your knees." I zoomed in as Jan lifted Chris's butt and slipped the diaper beneath him. "Darn it, I left Baby's powder in the car. You stay right there, just as you are. Auntie Jan will be right back. Here, you can suck on your binky until I return." I couldn't get a close-up of his face without being seen, but I captured a great profile of Chris, sucking the pacifier with his legs raised. I was amazed how obedient he was. Even with Jan out of the room, he held his position and sucked loudly on his binky. I zeroed in on his tiny penis and his hairless balls. His limp dick was proof that Chris wasn't enjoying his predicament. I'm sure that his mind was on the pillory and the paddle that was just below the blanket where he lay. "Here we are. Baby can't be diapered without powdering his little bottom." Jan sprinkled the powder liberally on his genitals before lifting his butt to sprinkle the crotch of the diaper and his bottom. Doesn't that feel nice? All babies love the feel of a woman's soft hands rubbing baby powder on their bottoms. Isn't it nice, how much easier and safer diapers have become to use? No more pins to prick Baby's bottom. That's a good Baby; let Auntie Jan put your pretty little booties on." Jan began with his big toe and played the game all women do when they dress a baby. I got a beautiful close-up of the final line and the tickle that follows the verse: "And this little piggy went wee wee weee...all the way home!" "There, now Baby's feet will stay warm and cozy. Let's sit Baby up so Auntie Jan can put on his pretty bonnet. We don't want Baby's head to get cold." Chris sucked furiously on the pacifier. He was trying not to cry, but his tears gave him away. "Don't cry, Baby. We're all diapered and dressed. Let's see if we can cheer up Baby. Here's a pretty rattle. Show Auntie Jan how you can shake your rattle. What a big boy you are! I'll bet you'd like this pretty red ball, too." Jan continued to torment Chris as he played with his toys and rattle. She finished this part of the script with a game of patty-cake. She removed the pacifier from his mouth and he began to cry uncontrollably. "Baby must be hungry. Don't cry, Baby. Auntie has a bottle for you. But first we have to put on your bib. See how cute it is! The colors match your bonnet and it has a pretty little kitten on the front. Now, come put you head in Auntie's lap. See, how nice that is? Suck your ba-ba for Auntie Jan." Jan held Chris's head up and held the bottle as he drank his milk. When the sleeping pills began to kick in, Jan gently laid him down on the flannel blanket. We whispered softly as I moved up closely and filmed Chris, sound asleep and unaware that his bottle was replaced with the pacifier. He sucked his binky with a contented look on his sleeping face. * * * * * "Wake up, Baby, naptime is over. Come on and sit up, so that Auntie Jan can take some pictures of Baby." "Please, Jan, please don't take my picture! Please don't take my picture dressed in...like a baby! Please, Jan!" "Oh my, Baby has broken Rule number three. Carol isn't going to like that." You've never seen a man so terrified, so utterly defeated. Chris crawled to the recliner and knelt at Jan's feet. As ridiculous as he looked in his baby attire, it was somehow exciting to watch his diapered bottom wiggle in his diaper. "Please Jan; you can play with me anytime. I'll do whatever you want, but please don't put me through this! Haven't I suffered enough?" "All right, we won't tell Carol about this, but you still need to be punished. You can let Auntie Jan punish you, or we can wait for Carol to take you down to the basement." "Please punish me, Jan! I won't say a word if you punish me and not show anyone my picture!" Little did he know that I was right behind him, filming his every move. "Very well; lay down on your blanket so I can remove your diaper." In a flash, Chris lay on the blanket, his legs spread and raised, waiting for Jan. Once the diaper was removed, she sat forward in the recliner and patted her leg. "Get over here, Chris. I've been waiting for years to punish you. I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you until you cry like a sissy and beg me to stop." Chris knew he was breaking all of The Rules by lying across Jan's lap. He was so terrified of the basement that he was about to make his next visit there much worse. Once he was in place, Jan began to spank him. She started slowly, with an upward slap that made his butt cheeks jiggle. Each spank was administered faster and harder, until she'd turned his ass a brilliant shade of pink. As predicted, Chris was soon crying and begging her to stop. That's when I appeared, as if I'd just got home. "What's going on here? What is he doing on my furniture? I trust you to play with my husband, and you deliberately break The Rules!" "Carol, I'm sorry; he was begging so, that I was feeling sorry for him. I thought a spanking would save him from a trip to the basement." "Well, it seems to me that you both need a trip downstairs. Chris, take off that ridiculous bonnet and get your ass downstairs." Once Chris was gone, I looked at Jan. "Are you sure that you want to go through with this? You can back out now, if you want." "Carol, you know that Monica said the more stuff we have, the more money we can make. This is the only way to take him to the next level. Yes, let's do this." * * * * * Chris was already on his knees when we came down the stairs. He was too terrified to notice that I'd more than doubled the amount of lights. I had Jan by the ear and pulled her into the center of the room. I cuffed her wrists and attached them to the chain that ran through the pulley on the beam over her head. I fit the harness to her head, but I left the gag off. I used the pulley to raise her until she stood on her toes. I allowed Chris one look at her silk panties as I removed her skirt. I then went to the pillory and opened the top. "Get over here and get into position! You think you've been beaten? You don't know the meaning of the word. But you're about to find out!" I don't know if the knowledge that Jan, clad only in her bra and panties, was hanging just out of his line of vision was any consolation for Chris. I didn't use the paddle, as before, to beat his ass. I paddled him with a ping pong paddle. It wouldn't take as long to heal. But the pain was real. I swatted him so hard and for so long that his cries became shrieks of pain, "We need to shut you up. Here, let's stuff his mouth with this ball gag. I love to watch him drool as I paddle him." I paddled him until he peed on the floor, and then I beat him some more. I didn't use the cane. I wanted him conscience to listen as I "punished" Jan. Jan looked quite fetching as she dangled from the ceiling. I'd forgotten just how sweet her bottom was, with its perfect heart shape and the dimples above her cheeks. "You knew that putting him across your lap is the same as allowing him on my furniture!" "I'm sorry, Carol; I was just giving him a little spanking!" "And now, it's you that's about to be spanked. You can't get away, no matter which way you turn. I'll spank you until I believe you've learned your lesson." I knew it was part of the script. Even so, I loved the sight of Jan dancing on her toes to avoid my hand slapping her butt. I spanked her harder than necessary. I loved how warm her cheeks felt as I slapped them repeatedly. Then, I peered between the leather straps and saw the look in Jan's eyes. This was no longer part of the script. Jan had surrendered. Jan was now mine to use how I pleased. I stopped spanking her and lowered the chain so she could stand. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, my tongue refusing to let her own tongue enter my mouth. I roughly played with her body. I unhooked her bra and pinched her nipples with one hand and played with her dripping pussy with the other until she began to swoon. I held her up with my arms and raised her head, so that I could see her eyes between the leather straps. "Tell me, Jan, whose baby are you? "Yours, Carol, I'm your baby." "Let's go upstairs, but first I have to attend to Chris." I took a butt plug with a horse's tail and removed the dripping ball gag from his mouth. I used the saliva to lubricate the plug and then worked it into his ass. Apparently, Chris had never experimented with anal masturbation. His rectum was so tight, I was about to give up when his sphincter finally accepted the plug with a pop. I yanked the tail that hung between his legs. "Don't go away, Jackass, I'm not through with you yet. * * * * * I held the ring of the harness as I dragged Jan into the living room. I switched on all the lights, so the room was brightly lit. "You realize, don't you, why I turned up the lights?" "Yes, Carol; I know that I'm on camera." "Good, now tell me how long you've been hiding this submissive side of yours." "Ever since I've known you, I wanted to tell you. But you married Chris, so I just buried my love for you in my heart." "So, everything we've done with Chris was just to please me?" "I wanted to please you, but I liked humiliating Chris. I've always been jealous of him. He has you." "Now that I know how you feel about me, what do you want to do about it?" Jan looked so pitiful, as she peered through the straps of the harness. "I want to follow The Rules." "I think I'll have to come up with some new rules for you. I have to punish you for not telling me what you wanted, for what you've needed all these years." "Jan's Rule number one: I will respect and obey My Love without question. Now, say it." Earning His Keep "I will respect and obey My Love without question" "Rule number two: I will never lie or keep secrets from My Love." Jan recited the rule as I sat on the edge of the coffee table and put her over my knee. Jan cried softly as I gave her a spanking. I spanked her with my hand the way Chris had always dreamed of. I pulled up her panties until they were wedged tightly between her ass cheeks. I took my time and smacked her pretty bottom until the light pink from her earlier spanking turned a nice shade of crimson. "Rule number three: I will not show my pussy to anyone but My Love. That means that no one, especially Chris, will ever see your pussy. The videos will be edited, of course. Now, stand up and follow me. I'm going to fuck my husband and you are going to watch." * * * * * Chris was just as we left him, naked in the stocks. He faced away from the stairs. His butt was paddled to a cranberry red. I moved around until I stood in front of his gagged and defeated face that protruded from the hole. "My, look at you. It's hard to tell your drool from your puddle of pee. Your punishment isn't over. Jan is going to witness your next task." Jan operated the hand held camera to film his next punishment. I picked up the device and watched the terror on his face. I stripped down to my red thong, allowing my large breasts to bounce and sway, my pink nipples proud and erect. I slipped into the harness and cinched it snugly. "You know what this is, don't you Chris. This is a strap- on dildo. I didn't spare the expense, only the best for my bad boy. Do you see how it stands out? There's no need to use my hands. It is as stiff and secure as a real cock." I demonstrated my words by pushing the phallus down. It bounced back lewdly. I smeared it with his drool, as I did the horse tail butt plug. I walked around and stood between his spread and restrained legs. I grabbed the tail and yanked it from his rectum. "You wanted to be a sissy. I'm going to make you my bitch. The next time you dare to break The Rules, remember this." I slid the dildo up his ass. He shrieked as I pushed it in to the hilt. The dildo had a slight upward curve. I grabbed his hips and fucked him without mercy. Without the gag, I'm sure that Chris would have begged for mercy. I fucked him for a good twenty minutes, long enough for Jan to film his rape from every angle. When he stopped shrieking and began to moan, I walked around the pillory to face him and removed the ball gag from his mouth. I gave him a moment to catch his breath. "From the sound, I would say that my bitch is beginning to enjoy being fucked in the ass. Would you like to give my cock a little more lubrication?" "Please, dear; I would like you to add more lubrication, so you can fuck me easier." "Very well, open your mouth and make my cock wet with your mouth." Chris opened wide and began to slurp as much saliva as he could onto the dildo. I patted his cheek and returned to his bruised and battered ass. I patted his butt cheek and slid the dildo back into his ass. Whether it was because of his saliva or his gaping asshole, the dildo slid into his ass with ease. He moaned as I bucked my hips against his ass. "It seems that the pain of being raped has subsided. It sounds as though my bitch is beginning to enjoy getting fucked." I reached under him and fondled his dick, which was as limp as a worm. I grabbed his balls as I continued to saw the dildo in and out of his ass. I demonstrated for the cameras my ability to make him beg for more of the abuse he wanted so badly to end. "I want to hear you moan. I want you to tell me how good it feels to be my bitch. Tell me how good my cock feels up your ass." "Yes dear, I love being your bitch. I love the feel of your big cock up my ass. I want you to fuck me hard. Please, stroke my dick and fuck me harder!" "It's a pity that that your bondage prevents you from fucking yourself against my big cock. Oh well, there's always another day for that. Perhaps then, your dick will be hard and I'll jerk you off so you can cum on the floor." I humped his ass, raising my hips as I did. If his ankles weren't fastened to the stocks, I'm sure that I could lift him off the ground with each upward push. I attached his cock cage before I released him from his confinement. I watched him kneel at my feet with his forehead touching the cement floor. "The basement is filthy. Clean it and wait for Jan to come for you. One last thing; your punishment is not over. Once your bottom has healed, I will take you down here again. You will learn not to disobey The Rules." I turned to the stairs and unfastened the dildo. I tossed it on the floor with his urine and his tears of shame. "You'd better clean that well. You don't want to be fucked with a dirty dildo, do you?" * * * * * Jan had taken the camera and was waiting for me in the living room. She looked beautiful in her sheer panties and the matching bra that she hardly needed. Her tiny nipples strained the fabric like Hershey kisses atop milky white cupcakes . "Turn around and lower your panties, I want to see your bottom." Jan's tight little bottom still glowed with my pink handprints from her spankings. I hadn't beaten her the way I'd punished Chris. My bare hand was all that was needed to seal her fate as my new plaything. "Pull your panties up and come kneel before me." She scurried into position and gazed up at me with an expectant look that betrayed her total submission, her complete surrender to my wishes. I turned around so that she stared up my long legs at my firm white alabaster ass. "I want you to demonstrate how much you love me. I want you to worship my ass. Do not touch me with your hands. Do not suck or lick me; I want to feel your kisses on my butt cheeks. There will be plenty of chances for you to service me, but for now, you will kiss my ass. You may moan or whimper, but you are not to speak. You may begin." I gave her ten minutes to obey my commands. She moaned softly as she covered my ass with tender kisses. When I finally turned to look down at her, Jan was a picture of lust and devotion. I went to the bedroom and returned with Chris's collar and leash. "Take this down to the basement and put them on him. I want you to lead him out to the backyard and hose him off. Under the kitchen sink is a bucket and a sponge. Use some dish soap and bathe him as you would a dog. When he is nice and clean, tell him that I want him to remain on all fours until I come for him. I will be taping, so do a good job, and maybe I'll reward you later." * * * * * I captured a fantastic scene of Jan giving Chris a dog bath in the back yard. Collared and shivering, Chris remained on all fours while Jan soaped his body and hosed him off with the garden hose. Keeping the camera out of Chris' sight, I retreated to the back door and called for Jan to dry him off and bring him inside. "Both of you, I want you on that blanket. Don't make me wait." Once they were sitting on the blanket, I made myself comfortable in the recliner and addressed my two submissive lovers. "I hope you're happy. Just look at you, both of your bottoms show the results of your insubordination. I don't know which of you is worse, but you should have known better. Jan, I'm disappointed in you. You've carried your kinky games too far, and now I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine. Chris, since you aren't allowed to see Jan's pretty pussy, I want you to go stand in the corner until I call for you." Chris raised himself on unsteady legs and hobbled over to the corner. He stood with his face to the wall and his well paddled ass on display for the cameras. Once in place, I knelt on the blanket beside Jan. "So, you enjoy playing baby. Let's see how little Jan looks in diapers. You know the position; lay down so I can diaper you." Jan whimpered as I dressed her in the same manner she'd treated Chris. Where Chris looked utterly ridiculous, Jan made a fetching sight in diapers, bonnet and bib. "Chris, come here and have a look at baby Jan. Doesn't she look sweet? Baby Jan, you need something to put in your pretty mouth. Which would you prefer, do you want to suck your thumb, or would you rather have the pacifier?" Jan did not hesitate to place her thumb in her mouth and began to suck it methodically. "Isn't she a sweet little baby? Chris, why don't you go and fix us something to eat? You'll find an apron in the pantry. We wouldn't want you to burn your little pee-pee." Chris was a picture of a beaten man. His fantasy had become his reality, as was the shame and humiliation he once craved. His penis bounced in its cage as he headed for the kitchen. * * * * * I returned to the recliner and slipped off my thong. I raised my legs and placed my feet on each side of the cushion. I slid forward and called to Jan. "Come, baby Jan, crawl to Mommy and show her how much you love her." While pots and pans rattled in the kitchen, Jan's diapered bottom swayed as she knelt on the floor and licked my pussy to more orgasms than I can remember.