9 comments/ 104074 views/ 15 favorites Slave In My Own Home Ch. 01 By: dreamweaver705 After fifteen years of marriage, I knew that some of the spark was gone between us even if I still loved her and thought the sex was pretty good, if infrequent. Claire and I were on opposite and overlapping work schedules with different days off and we probably didn't see enough of one another to qualify as more than roommates nowadays. Seeing as things were not perfect, I suppose I should have been suspicious when Claire suggested that since neither of us had much time between work and sleep to tend to the house, we should consider hiring someone. We had just made love for the first time in nearly a month and I was almost asleep when she mentioned it. I told her that I didn't think we had enough to keep anyone busy full-time but it might be good work for a student. This was what she had in mind all along and I had been manipulated into agreeing, though I did not realize it at the time. I said that we could place an ad for a college or high school student to cut the lawn, rake the leaves, weed the gardens, trim the hedges, shovel the driveway, and all of the other things we needed to do and had to struggle to find the time for. She seemed to agree and then suggested (with what I later realized was a pretended spontaneity) that we ought to ask Matthew if he was interested. Matthew was my nephew, or rather I should say, since there is no actual blood tie to me, the son of my brother's wife by an earlier marriage. He was nineteen, a lanky youth with longish brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean and fit though I wouldn't call him athletic really. Handsome in his own way I suppose. I assumed that Claire had thought of him for the job because he had done some house-sitting last fall for us while we were away on holiday. To tell the truth, we didn't know him that well, only having had him take care of the house at my brother's suggestion when I told him that we were looking for someone. I later realized that she had been considering him for some special work for quite some time. But at the time it seemed a good idea. We had just made love and I was feeling very agreeable to her whims. Now, I should say that the shift I work takes its toll on the body. To get to work for three in the afternoon, I have to leave home before two. Then I work eight hours until eleven at night. By the time I get home it is after midnight, but as Claire is usually asleep and the prospect of sex is minimal, I usually don't go to bed right away. I tend to watch a movie, read, play around on the computer and internet and generally unwind until I am ready for sleep. A bit of a night owl, this is my "personal" time. Often it is four or five in the morning before I can get to sleep and it is noon before I wake up. This is one of the reasons that I find it difficult to get around to working in the yard through my work week and Claire's suggestion to hire a student would keep me from having to spend my weekend on chores. I actually thought she was doing me a favour. I called my brother the next day and asked him if he thought Matthew would be interested in chores for cash at our house. He said he would have Matt call us back when he got home from classes. He did call back later in the day and even after I told him how little we could pay him at hourly rate he still expressed a real interest, saying that he would like to come over and see exactly what he would be responsible for. I was on my way out to work when he called, but it was Claire's day off. I told him to come on over and she would show him what she needed done. In hindsight, that was terribly stupid of me. Anyway, he agreed, and I mentioned it to Claire as I was leaving for work. Her face lit with delight, I assumed because she was pleased that I had made the arrangements so promptly and that was probably true since I had no idea what it was that I had actually arranged for her. She kissed me goodbye and I was off to work. I was working a swing shift, starting at three in the afternoon, so it was close to midnight when I got home. I was surprised that the lights in the house were still on as Claire tended to go to bed earlier as she was an early riser for her day shifts. She was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, wearing her housecoat and smelling fresh from the shower. It was odd that she was up, stranger that she had just showered as she was a morning bather normally. She smiled up at me prettily and asked how my day was and I told her it was fine. I also told her how beautiful she was to come home to and she actually blushed a little. I suppose I was hoping that since she was still awake that there was a chance of repeating our performance of the night before. Sure enough, a few minutes later we made love. Lying back, satisfied, and drifting off to sleep, I remembered to ask Claire how it went showing Matthew what needed to be done. Fully awake, eyes wide open, she smiled at me and said that he was going to work out just fine. I said that was good and drifted off to sleep without having given any rational thought to her unusual behaviour, only grateful for the sex I had just enjoyed for the second night in a row. I would have felt differently indeed if I had realized that it would be the very last time we would have sex together, at least in such a way in which one would truly call it "making love". From the very next day, Matthew began coming over in the early or mid-afternoon as his lecture and tutorial schedule permitted. He would start right away, weeding the driveway and sidewalk, or cutting the grass, or even washing the car. I could not fault the results of his work, though as weeks passed I began to notice something odd. He would start working before I left some days, but very often seemed not to have made any progress while I was away. I mentioned it to Claire one day but she was dismissive of it. That was strange I thought, because it was painfully obvious to me that I was right to wonder what he got up to when we were away, or rather when I was away, because Claire gets home from work normally very soon after I leave for my job. Finally, the first seed of suspicion was sown. And my home was fertile ground for suspicion to thrive. It occurred to me that Claire was taking great care of herself just lately, better than she ever had. She was spending a small fortune on sexy new clothes, manicures, pedicures, hairstyling. I rarely saw Claire and Matt together except briefly on my days off when Claire would usually try to send me out on some errand or other or suggest that I spend some time with this friend or that. I realized at last that she was trying to get me out of the house, just as I began to realize that Matthew favoured me with superior smiles and smug comments that could easily be given double meanings. His gratitude on pay days was way too cheerful for what I was paying him, as if he thought it was funny that he wasn't paying me for what he was taking from me instead. A month went by. By this time, if small hints and clues were bricks, I could have built a neighbourhood. I was sure that Matt and Claire were having an affair. It remained only to prove it. And I didn't want to prove it. As horrible as the thought of being a cuckold was, I didn't want to lose Claire entirely and I would really lose her when I knew for certain that she had betrayed me with my own brother's stepson, not to mention the strain it would put in place between my brother and me, my brother and his wife. It was a mess. But I had to know. Eventually, I formed a simple plan. I would book a day off from work without telling Claire, dress for work and leave as usual, wait a while and return to see what was going on at home when Claire and Matt thought I was at work. I made all of the arrangements. The day came and I followed the plan. It was Claire's day off and she was dressed casually but provocatively in a low-cut top and tight jeans. She smelled as divine as she looked and ever since I got up she had seemed fidgety as she waited to see me out the door and off to work. I went out to the car at the usual time and Matthew was working nearby, trimming the hedge. "Don't worry," he said with a smug smile, "I'll take care of everything here." He probably thought he was pretty clever. "I'm sure you will," I said as casually as I could. I left precisely on time as if going to work. Since I actually had the day off though, I stopped at the bar for a beer. I only had one because if something was happening at home, it seemed to me that it couldn't happen too soon for Claire. She couldn't get me out of the house fast enough after all. So just one drink. I would drive home sober and soon, hopefully catching them in the act. And then what would I do, I asked myself. I wasn't planning a murder, I didn't want to divorce her. I had been thinking about my feelings over the past month as my suspicions grew. I knew that I was a pretty open-minded sort of guy. I could forgive Claire for wanting more, to want to try things with someone new, but she didn't need to sneak around. I could have gone for the open marriage concept and would have had I ever suspected she was up for it. So maybe that was it. I just felt left out. I shrugged to myself. I would confront her and we would talk about it. I wasn't set to do anything crazy. I had been gone barely half an hour when I pulled up in front of the house. Another hedge prevented the car from being seen from the house, so I knew I could probably sneak right up to the house unobserved if they were busy in the bedroom. I didn't want to look too sneaky though in case I walked in on a completely innocent situation. The front door was locked as I expected it would be. I fitted my key to the lock, turned it quietly and entered the house stealthily. Through the kitchen to the hallway and immediately I knew that I had my proof. Sounds were emanating from the bedroom. Masculine grunts and feminine moans drifted into the hallway where I was standing now right outside the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and after at least two minutes of listening to the sounds of lovemaking, I found the courage to push it slightly further open so I could see the action inside. Turned out that the view from there was perfect. There on the bed was my wife completely naked under Matthew as he fucked her missionary style. I could see her face and it was obvious to me just how much she was enjoying this. My God, her eyes were rolling back in her head. I stood there as if in a dream, knowing it was all really happening and yet not fully believing it. My wife was fucking another man in our own bed and enjoying it intensely. A far stranger realization dawned on me and I was a little disgusted to find that I was not angry with Claire nor Matthew near so much as I was actually aroused by the scene before me. Aroused! My cock was hard as a lead pipe. I was turned on beyond words to watch my wife fucking this boy and enjoying it more than she did fucking me these past several years. Her pleasure in this case should have infuriated and frustrated me–somewhere deep inside I think it did to some small degree–but instead it was giving me pleasure. I couldn't tear myself away from the scene. Matthew and Claire were sweating from their exertions and so was I from watching them and restraining myself from taking any action. But what action was I going to take? I almost despaired of my sanity when I realized what I was about to do. Was I going to charge in there and declare their obvious guilt? Beat the boy to a pulp? Beat her? No. My hands were already unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly, reaching inside to assist my cock with release of the irresistible pressure that was building up inside me. I began stroking myself as I stared into my own bedroom and watched my wife getting fucked by a man half her age. I watched Matt's ass rise and fall faster and faster as he prodded my wife's cunt artlessly and desperately until they were both on the edge of orgasm. My own stroking matched their fucking and as they bucked through powerful simultaneous orgasms, I was sure I was about to erupt as well, and no doubt I would have had not fate intervened. The awkwardness of my voyeuristic pose was my undoing. I was leaning a shoulder against the wall outside the door with my whole body weight as I jerked myself closer and closer to cumming and just as my body was wracked with the first convulsions that would have ended in ejaculation, somehow I lost my balance and pitched forward through the bedroom door. There I was on my own bedroom floor, fully erect cock out, pants jerked down about my ankles by the force of my fall. Hardly the authoritative entrance I had envisioned for this confrontation. In contrast to my clumsiness, Matthew, barely finished cumming himself, jumped up and out of my wife, landing on his feet facing me, obviously startled but in full control of himself. Claire had cried out at the clamour I had made and from under the sheet she pulled up to cover herself was now staring at my prone self, prostrate on the floor before them. As soon as Matthew realized who I was and guessed at what I had been doing at the bedroom door, he laughed with contempt. His magnificent cock was still at full mast, wet from my wife's pussy juices, while my own cock was shrivelling from humiliation into a tiny little knot a fraction its usual size. "Well, Uncle Brian," Matt said with real amusement. "Enjoying the show are we? Learning anything new?" I couldn't believe that I was the one sitting cross-legged on the floor, eyes downcast, trying desperately to cover my nakedness with my shirt while this brat gloated in total confidence. I tried to ignore him and looked at Claire. "Claire..." I began. What would I say? How could she? How could I have watched and gotten off on it? My mind was whirling and I was at a loss. Her face had gone hard and cold, her initial shock turning to disgust with me, my actions and now my inaction. "You little worm," she said. "He does have a little worm, doesn't he?" Matthew laughed. His own cock was still standing up straight while mine continued to try to burrow into my body for cover. "Well, I guess now you know so we may as well tell you our news." He looked to Claire for support and she nodded to him as if any doubts about whatever announcement they had to make were completely evaporated by my foolishness. Matt crouched down beside me, absolutely confident in his nakedness in my bedroom. What was wrong with me that he wasn't even slightly intimidated about my having found out he had abused my trust and insulted me grievously at the most primal level by making me a cuckold in my own house? "Seems you haven't been doing the job for Auntie Claire here, Bri," he began with a casual familiarity. "Not really giving her much attention and not much of the high hard one either." He paused to laugh. "If it can get high and hard that is. Anyway, you can't blame her for wanting someone who can take care of her needs, can you?" I knew that our conflicting schedules had been as hard for Claire to endure as it had been for me and I found myself agreeing that I couldn't blame her for wanting her needs fulfilled. Bizarrely, I found myself nodding my agreement. What was wrong with me? Matt continued. "To make a long story short, that someone is me now. I'm her new old man, Bri. Now you can either like it or lump it. In fact, I'm moving in here, into this very room." My jaw dropped. Lots of guys at work had found their spouses cheating and been through separations and divorces and they had some real horror stories. It was starting to sound like my story would top them. "Now don't go getting the wrong idea. You can stay. In the guest room down the hall. But there are some conditions." Conditions? Matthew, the snot-nose little puke half my age who has just fucked my wife in my bed is offering me conditions by which I may continue to live in my own house while he continues to screw Claire? What the fuck? My anger must have shown on my face at last. Matt scowled and stood up again, looking down at me, forcing me to look up at him and that hard pussy-polished shiny-wet cock that wouldn't quit. "Now Uncle Brian," he said sternly, "this is the way it is going to be. There's a new pecking order around here. I am number one here now and you are number two and if you get your head around that you can stay. You can stay as long as you do what we tell you. Everything we tell you, exactly as we tell you, when we tell you and don't do anything we tell you not to. Including touching your wife without my permission. Obey and you will get your rewards. Don't obey and you're out. That's about it. Is it clear?" I looked at Claire but she was looking at Matthew with desire. She was turned on with the way he was dictating to me. We would see how that would change when I got up and knocked his block off. I started to rise to do just that, but I quickly realized that I couldn't get up... right now. I didn't dare. Matthew smiled and I knew he knew. "Oh, you want to start something do you? But what?" He reached down and grabbed me by the arm, pulled me to my feet and pushed me against the door and I was like putty in his hands. I stood there with my eyes down, pants around my ankles, my hands in front of my cock. "Move your hands so we can see, Bri." I didn't move. "Do it," he shouted and impossibly I obeyed instantly to my horror and humiliation. Claire gasped and Matt laughed out loud again. "You like to be told what to do, Bri? Just a word from me about how your home life has just changed and your shrivelled-up little baby carrot cock is a full-size hard-on. And that's just at the thought of another man taking over your territory. Guess we know what turns you on." I was so ashamed and embarrassed. It had all gone horribly wrong. "Watch this, Claire," Matthew said. "Listen closely, Brian, and look at me when I talk to you." Somehow I did. "You're our slave now to do with whatever we please, not because you would be embarrassed if word of this little episode got out, that your little nephew took your woman from you, not because you would never be able to face my step-dad–your brother–again, not even because it is the only way you can maintain the appearance of your marriage.... but you'll be our slave because you like to be a slave." Claire was watching as he told her to and she saw that as he told me I would be their slave that my cock twitched in its arousal. She discovered then at the same moment as I did that I was completely sexually submissive, that I was not even man enough to chafe against the new order in my own house and that even the idea of being their slave was turning me on more than almost anything in my life ever had. Claire was turned on too at the idea of having achieved utter dominance over her former equal. Her new partner was the only real man in her life now. I was just to be a plaything now, completely unmanned. And God help me, I liked it. "Do you agree to stay on here on our terms, Brian?" Matthew asked. I did the only thing it should never have crossed my mind to do. I nodded my agreement. They were pleased. "Good," Matt said. "Are you ready to receive your orders?" I said I was. "Not good enough," Matt said. "From now on, you can call me Master. Over there is Mistress." "Yes, Master," I said, eyes down, watching my cock twitching in its pleasurable betrayal of my dignity. I nodded to Claire and acknowledged her "Mistress". I was amazed to see that she had uncovered herself and was playing with herself openly. I had never seen her do that in all our married life and by God it excited me to think that somehow I was exciting her so much in my submission. I wondered what would happen next. "Good," Matt said. "Strip." I undressed quickly for my master and my mistress. I stood naked and exposed to the gaze of my new owners, but somehow there was more dignity in total nudity than there had been standing there with my pants around my feet trying to hide my erection. Slave In My Own Home Ch. 01 Matt gestured to the blanket box at the foot of the bed and told me to sit down. I did. "From here you can get a good view while I fuck your wife again. I want you to watch closely. I want you to see what your wife really likes and how she shows her pleasure to a man who can please her." This was too much to ask and he wasn't asking. Despite myself, I was fascinated and turned on and too much in wonder of it to question his command. "Yes, Master." "Oh, and one more thing," Matt added. "You may enjoy what you see but you cannot help yourself in any way. No touching. You are just going to have to wait that one out." "Yes, Master," I replied obediently though I did not know where I would find the will to obey his command. With that, Matthew seemed to put me out of his mind. Claire said nothing, but offered Matt a huge inviting smile and spread her dripping, cum-soaked pussy for his use. He had never softened since finishing their last session and now he went right back to it, leaping onto her and back to fucking her without a kiss or a caress. He just put his cock in and started to screw her again. I was shocked. Claire had always needed a lot of foreplay before sex it seemed to me. Now here she was dripping wet for the cock of a man half her age. She moaned loudly with ecstasy as he penetrated her and from where I was I had a good view of her face as Matt screwed her. She was plainly in rapture and while I knew it was because she loved what Matt was able to do for her–fuck her hard, fast and long–I knew too as her eyes locked on mine that she was enjoying this even more because of me. Her frenzy was feeding on my humiliation, my submission, my jealousy of her and Matt and the plain hot thrill of being watched in the midst of sexual fervour. Already after only a couple of minutes they were bucking harder and harder against each other and I knew they must be close to another mind-blowing simultaneous orgasm. I was humiliated and I was jealous, but I was also incredibly more aroused than I ever had been in my entire life. Claire's eyes were rolling back in her head, they were bucking wildly and grunting like animals as they held back their orgasms as long as they could. Finally, Claire could hold back no longer and her self-control shattered against Matt's savage onslaught. "Yes, Matt," she screamed. "Make me come again! Make me come while he watches, while... my... husband.... watches!" She came hard, writhing through three powerful orgasms until she could surely endure no more. Matt knew it too. He suddenly stopped his wild assault on her pussy and after a long and passionate kiss, he withdrew and rolled off her. His cock was sticking straight up as he made himself comfortable, propping himself up against a couple of pillows against the headboard of the bed. "You see, Brian?" he said. "Do you see how your wife can come for a real man?" I could not meet his gaze. Claire lay back completely satisfied, a slutty, contented smile on her lips. She was radiant in her afterglow. I desperately wanted this whore who was once my wife and was now my dominant mistress. "Answer me, Brian," he commanded. "Yes, Master." "Now see how she thanks a real man for some real sex." Claire knew what was expected of her and she smiled at the thought of rewarding her lover in front of her husband. She was just recovered enough from her orgasmic ordeal to want to please the man who I now realized was as much her master as mine. As I sat and watched, Claire positioned herself on her knees between Matt's legs and leaned forward into her work, raising her ass up for my inspection. Tiny streams of their combined juices ran out of her pussy and down her legs. The scent from her ass and pussy was driving me crazy with arousal. She began to kiss and lick around his rock-hard erection, licking her own juices from his pubic hair and balls before taking the cock itself into her eager mouth, and I would have traded everything that I could still claim as mine for the chance to change places with Matt right now. Claire had given me head from time to time, but never with much enthusiasm and never to completion. I didn't wonder if she would finish Matt though; I knew she would, even that she could hardly wait to swallow his cum. Matt was watching me watch my wife pleasure him. "Look how eager to please she is when she's properly handled, Brian! Makes you wish you had done things differently with her, huh?" After a couple of minutes, her eagerness began to take its toll on Matt's endurance. He could not continue to feign nonchalance and his growing excitement seemed to turn Claire on even more and she redoubled her efforts, stopping to rest her mouth only once, letting her hand take over the stroking of his cock and leaving her free to tell him (and me) that she wanted him to blow his load in her mouth so that she could show it to me, show me what I had missed out on. She returned to her task, giving the master a sensual blow job. Matt smiled at me and said. "She's so eager! She is nearly ready to come again herself just from pleasing me. But suppose we make sure she has her reward too? Slave, her cunt is high enough for you to get your head under. Eat your wife out while she sucks my cock." Claire let out an approving moan at Matthew's suggestion. Having felt so utterly helpless, I jumped at the chance to do something even if it was not for me. I rolled onto the bed, lying on my back and positioning my head under her pussy, looking up at the hairy hole that had given me so much pleasure over the years and was now mine only to service as I licked another man's cock-juice out of it. As soon as I put my tongue into her pussy, Claire began grinding herself against my mouth, positioning herself to achieve the maximum effect from my efforts. I found the clit I had licked so many times and began to flick it with my tongue for several moments and I could feeling the shivers running through her legs where I grasped her to steady myself at my work. She soon repositioned herself so that my tongue was deep inside her pussy instead, and I was eagerly lapping up her pussy juices and the sperm of my master. I knew that Claire was getting off on that fact as surely as if I had continued to tantalize her clit. As I tasted another man's cum for the first time, some part of me deep inside was chafing at this submissive act of perversion, questioning even my heterosexuality, but my cock was throbbing with excitement regardless of my confusion. All I knew was that for some reason, I was enjoying this and far too much. My balls were bursting with boiling semen and I was burning with the need for release. "So you like your master's sperm in your wife's pussy, Brian?" Matt's voice was husky and thick with passion and he was breathing hard. Claire was moaning with sheer ecstasy and I knew she was on the verge of coming again. I stopped working on her long enough to say yes to my master and that I loved his cock-juice in Claire's pussy and that did it for us all. She ground her cunt into my face as she came hard with waves of pleasure. In her convulsions her foot grazed my cock a couple of times and that was all I needed. I heard Claire's moans and groans of ecstasy turn to gargling as Brian let out a deep groan and filled her mouth with bursts after burst of his semen. My own ejaculation sent spurts of cum all over my chest and belly, with one hot spurt landing on Claire's ass before it rolled down toward her pussy and into my mouth. As we all came at once, I alone had the distinct pleasure of tasting the orgasmic flavour of our combined juices as I continued to sip from the cocktail of Claire's pussy. For a time we each lay there, utterly satisfied and exhausted. But consciousness of the situation fully returned and with it I was filled with shame at the low level to which I had sunk. Matthew and Claire had no intention of allowing me to give in to second thoughts however. They immediately asserted themselves as my masters by ordering me to bring them some drinks and clean up the room. "We should get him an apron, Claire," Matt laughed. I got up to get them their drinks. It was later explained to me that my life to the outside world would not change, but at home nothing would ever be the same again. As time has gone on, I have found to my astonishment that my life as a slave to my wife and her lover has had more than ample rewards, but those make for other stories. Slave In My Own Home Ch. 02 Now that after fifteen years of marriage, I had suddenly become the submissive in-home slave of my wife Claire and her lover Matthew, I was experiencing a whole new and varied sexual life. I had never thought such a scenario could excite me, but innumerable orgasms and a near-constant state of arousal forced me to accept the simple truth. I had struggled over the past few months with the newly-discovered fact that I was totally submissive to their wishes, even to their whims. Despite every manly trait that should have rebelled at being ordered about and cuckolded in my own home, I liked being the slave of Mistress Claire (as I was now to address her) and the Master. The Master was a nineteen year old college student and the son of my brother's wife, sort of my nephew by marriage. Claire had manipulated me into hiring him to do work around the house and in the yard and now he lived in our house, an arrangement my brother and his wife were led to believe facilitated his daily commute to college since our house was forty minutes closer to his school than their home was. He was intelligent, handsome and strong, masculine and aggressive. He could fuck like a stallion and I had watched him please my wife over and over again at least a hundred times over the past few months. I was barely certain if even I had screwed Claire so many times in our fifteen year marriage and five year courtship as he had in just months. I knew she never came so hard for me once as she did every time for this young stud. He possessed her as completely as they both possessed me. It had been made clear to me that I was only allowed to stay on in the guest room of my own house for so long as I submitted to their every single desire and obeyed their every rule, including the stipulation that I never so much as touch Claire without orders to do so. To my own astonishment, I had agreed. I had puzzled over my choice for months and had made peace with it in the same manner I supposed gay people come to terms with their sexuality. Still, I could barely believe even now that I was excited and aroused by the things I had seen and done over these months. I watched time and again as the Master fucked Mistress Claire or she rode his cock to incredible orgasm after orgasm; watched as my wife licked this other man's asshole and sucked his cock until she lapped up every last drop of his cum; watched as my masters stimulated themselves and each other with sex aids and toys to mind-blowing climaxes. Of course, this voyeurism was required of me to prove my adherence to discipline for I was not allowed to partake of these activities nor even to masturbate for my relief until I was commanded to do so. Usually this would not be permitted until I had watched their entire session and for their comfort provided drinks and nourishment to replenish their lost fluids and energy. Then as they lay back in the afterglow of their lovemaking I would usually be commanded to clean up the mess, which entailed not only making the bed and straightening the pillows but also cleaning Mistress Claire's pussy. Master would usually fall asleep to the sounds of my tongue lapping up her juices. I would linger over my work, licking her body clean of the Master's ejaculate from her pussy and anus, dutifully licking away at her until she came one last weak time so that my mouth would be filled with the spicy cum of both of them. On more than one occasion I came myself without even touching my cock but merely from desperate over-excitement. If I did not come in this way, I was permitted to withdraw to my own room and finish myself off when my work was done. If I was very lucky and Mistress Claire was feeling particularly playful, she would command me to masturbate myself in their presence and she would order me to position myself so that I would ejaculate into my own mouth. For reasons that eluded me altogether, this act of self-humiliation made me come even more violently than I normally would. And so it went. Matthew continued to do yard work because (I assume) he enjoyed it and he continued to collect money from me for completing the chores while he paid nothing in rent. Claire and I supported the Master from our incomes. Life outside the house continued as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Only in the bedroom had things changed so completely, turning our dull and dying marriage into something passionate and alive but no longer a real marriage. I was the slave of them both, but Claire had a job as a nurse working an early day shift, Matthew's tutorial and lecture schedule varied day by day and I worked a swing shift at the plant. Consequently, only on certain days would we all three be together for any substantial length of time. On Claire's days off, she would often use me as her plaything in Matthew's absence, a practice he was fully aware of and approved wholeheartedly. Claire had many and varied uses for her slave when alone to give commands. Sometimes she would demand no more than thorough massaging, tongue bathing and caressing and oral sex which after an hour of so left me desperate for relief from my lust and her in the throes of orgasm. I never made her come so hard as I did now, but of course, she would not allow me to fuck her and the sacrifice of my orgasm seemed to add proportionate strength to hers. She would call me worm and tell me to lick every last inch of her body, darting my tongue in and out of every crack and crevice. She would taunt me in my need by making me tell her how much I wanted to fuck her and how badly I needed to come out of lust for her. She would tell me it was just as well that I would never get to fuck her again as I could not handle a woman as passionate as her. She would make me tell her that I was undeserving of her and deserved any abuse and mistreatment that she could heap upon me. This would go on until she had all of the orgasms she could stand and she would send me away to deal with my need myself or if she were feeling particularly cruel she would order me to save myself for later and not to touch myself until then. Mistress Claire devised other ways to torment me as she grew bored with these particular rituals. Sometimes she just wanted to watch me as she instructed me how to perform for her amusement. She would open the blanket box at the foot of the bed and display the full arsenal of sex toys at her disposal. I actually resisted when she first ordered me to humiliate myself before her with the use of these foreign objects. She would tell me that I was no man at all and just a worm with no better use than to wriggle beneath her toes to give her pleasure and I would agree. I submitted of course to her every command, allowing her to do things to me and doing things to myself that embarrassed me to the very core of my soul. She told me to lay down on the floor as she lounged on the bed with the items she had specially selected for me to use for her entertainment. That first time she had chosen two of her favourite dildos. One was a flesh-coloured cock and balls, life-like down to the veins about eight inches long. The other was a heavy-duty vibrating dildo, black and silver and making no pretence of realism. It was wired to a remote control which governed the intensity of the vibration and this was obviously going to stay in Claire's hands. "So, Worm," Mistress Claire began. "I have been thinking. For a long time I have known you aren't much of a man. You were a pathetic fuck for years and you only have any use at all now as a slave." "Yes, Mistress," I confirmed eagerly, deeply aroused in spite of myself in anticipation of my coming humiliation. "Now as a slave, you have become a decent pussy-licker I must say." I was surprised at this compliment. I could not remember the last time Claire said anything particularly nice about my sexual prowess. "But then, you are not excited by the pussy, are you?" She asked. I was confused by this question, but she made it clear to me. "You like to use my pussy as the vessel from which to drink the Master's cum, don't you?" I shook my head violently in denial "No, Mistress." She laughed out loud. "Oh, yes, you do. I think we have found your problem. You haven't been much of a man to be with because you have really wanted a man all this time yourself." Again I denied it. Yet, my cock didn't go down, even twitched at her words, betraying me now as it had when I had the chance to avoid this whole path of slavery in the first place. I might have kept my freedom had my cock not shown the masters how aroused I was at the very suggestion that I should become their slave. The betrayals of my cock now sold me into a new experiment for the Mistress' amusement. "Oh, don't pretend, Worm. I have listened to you moan and groan as you suck the Master's seed out of my pussy. You don't miss a drop, licking every last drop out and from all around. We've seen how your cock twitches at the thought of it, how you can't wait to get to licking man-goo out of my cunt. If you don't want cock, why is yours so hard?" I didn't know why. I said so. "Yes, you know. You want it and you know it. Say it." I flushed crimson. She was going to make me do it. Claire always was perceptive. She had noticed my own surprise at my enjoyment of licking Matthew's cum out of her and she had noticed my own confusion at enjoying what ought to have revolted me. I liked pussy too much to be gay. Or was it only cock-frosted pussy I liked? God! What was wrong with me? Was I so submissive that I would let Claire turn me gay upon request? "No, Mistress Claire." It took a lot of nerve to say no to Claire after so many months of training. Claire's eyes narrowed. "We'll see, Worm." She threw me the fleshy dildo with the cock and balls. "Play with it, Slave." I didn't resist the command, but I was determined not to enjoy it. I didn't even know what to do with it. "It's bigger than yours, isn't it, Worm?" "Yes, Mistress." "Feel the balls," she said and I began to pinch and knead the replica's testicles. "Hold them and run your hand over that cock, Slave." The dildo was soft and spongy, but except for the lack of body warmth, it felt very much like my own cock. I did as Claire asked and then I did it again. I was kneeling in full view of Claire and she was watching my cock dripping pre-cum in a long. thin thread-like trail to the carpet. She laughed. "Oh, no, Slave, cock doesn't turn you on at all." I looked at my twitching cock and the tell-tale pre-cum at its head. Why? Why was I reacting this way? Was I really gay? Did I want cock all this time? Now I was sure that what had never occurred to me before my enslavement would leave me wondering the rest of my days. "Rub the head of your cock on the head of the dildo. I want to see pre-cum at its tip." I obeyed. The touch of the dildo on my cock turned me on even worse as I rubbed the tip of it against mine in order to get as much of the sticky fluid on it as I could. "Good. Now keep stroking it, but make sure you don't rub any pre-cum off." I obeyed, stroking the spongy cock and squeezing the balls, stopping only occasionally to add more pre-cum to the tip of the dildo. "You are enjoying this, Slave." She forced me to admit it. "Yes, Mistress." Not good enough for Claire. "Enjoying what?" I cleared my throat. "I am enjoying stroking this cock, Mistress." "You like cock." "Yes, Mistress." "Say it, Slave, tell me about it." I looked over at her and observed that she was lying face down at the bed watching me. She had slipped a hand under her pussy and was rubbing herself. I was even more turned on to see her masturbating at the sight of me playing with a cock. My purpose was to please her and my inhibitions were fading fast thanks to the toy, its effect on me and our effect together on Claire. "I like cock, Mistress," I declared and with every second it gained truth as if stating it made it a reality. "I like stroking dicks, Mistress. I like to pull them, massage them, rub them. I like to look at them. I long to suck them. I want to suck cocks in front of you. I want to eat their cum. I want to suck them dry and choke on them. I want buckets of cum poured into me!" By this time I was shouting out this recitation, repeating those phrases and similar ones over and over, and I was stroking the cock very fast. "I am horny for cock!" Mistress moaned, plainly enjoying my humiliating confession. She was rubbing lube on the black and silver dildo. I knew what that meant, and it would not be true to say I didn't care. I felt a completely unfamiliar throb in my ass, like a hunger pang, and I knew that I wanted that virgin part of me to be filled. But not yet. "You want to suck cock, Slave.... so suck it!" I had my orders... thank God! I enveloped the rubbery head of the dildo cock in my mouth, immediately registering the now-familiar taste of my cum where it had touched the tip of my own cock. Within seconds I was pumping my mouth over the dildo like a man possessed. I was filled with desire for the real thing to my astonishment and I guess that I should not have been surprised that in my fantasy I was already imagining the dildo to be the cock of the Master. I was so lost in my excitement that I had almost forgotten about Claire. She was behind me now. "Bend over," she said. I did, setting the cock dildo on the carpet in front of me and extending my arms out in front of me to support me as I continued to suck the standing cock. I felt her lubricate my ass and after a moment I felt the cool plastic rod probing my anus slowly, so slowly. She was teasing me with it and I was grateful if only because I knew that if she went slowly my anus might have some chance of adapting to the foreign object about to be inserted into it. I continued to suck on the flesh-coloured dildo as if convinced that I could coax cum from this rubber bone. It took several minutes, but Claire had inveigled the pleasure-giving device over an inch into my anus and was rotating it gently there, gaining greater depth slowly but steadily. The sensation was unfamiliar but this slow invasion of my ass was not at all unpleasant. In fact, I was completely tantalized. I was aware that I was moaning and gasping for breath, still sucking away at that flesh-coloured dildo, an impostor which was starting to lose its fascination now that I was overwhelmed by its cousin in my ass. It was in further now and Claire was finding it easier by the second as my ass surrendered willingly, even pushed toward it, offering itself to the invader. Finally, Claire had it in to the hilt. She began to withdraw it slowly, came part way out and thrust it back in gently. This she did several times, gaining speed as she did so. I was groaning under this assault on my senses. God, it felt so good and I shouted this to Claire. "What feels so good, Slave?" I stopped sucking the rubber dildo to answer. "Cock..." I grunted. "Cock... in my ass! Cock feels so good in my ass! Please don't stop! Fuck my ass with that cock!" "So you like it, huh?" "Yes, Mistress!" "Guess that means you are a pansy after all..." "Yes, Mistress." I was surprised to hear my answer. I guessed it was true after all. How could I enjoy this so much if I was not gay? "Yes, Mistress. I am a pansy slave, a slave to you and to cock. I am a cock-sucking cock-whore. I am a pansy-boy, faggot, gay boy toy to be used for your pleasure!" I was really into this now. I was thrusting hard against the cock in her hand and back to sucking the dildo again. "Alright, Worm," she said thickly, obviously aroused herself. I knew that if I could spare her a glance I would see her fingering herself. "Now we are both going to have some fun...." She deftly maneuvered me so that my ass and the dildo in it were propped against the leg of a heavy chair. In this way, I still had something to pump the dildo against to ensure that the thrusting sensation now deep inside me could continue. Then she walked around in front of me and kicked the dildo I had been sucking on so eagerly out of my grasp. She sat down in front of me and provided her pussy as a substitute. She lay back and let me eat her out while I thrusted against the object invading me and providing me with such incredible pleasure. Mistress Claire was deeply excited by the control she exercised over me and by the humiliating violation she had perpetrated. I knew the signs. She was moaning, groaning, gasping for breath the way she always did before she came. And then she surprised me, for I had forgotten the vibratory remote control which she turned on. I let out a cry of surprise and pleasure as I felt the vibration commence deep inside my ass. What a feeling! It felt like a kind of orgasm itself, not centred in my cock where I was accustomed to feeling orgasms, but in my ass, and not the quick and all-too-quickly over cock-style orgasm, but a sustained one, a feeling of intense pleasure that was not burning, was not tickling, but felt like both and much more besides. I could feel my cock tingling in anticipation of the ejaculation that was brewing deep down inside of me toward an inevitable conclusion. Claire was in full throes of orgasm now and as she upped the vibration in my ass, she screamed at me to come for her! I could not have done otherwise now and I felt for the first time a complete orgasm. That is to say, it felt like an orgasm from the inside out. I don't know how to express it unless I say that every orgasm I had ever experienced before, even the most powerful one, was like one watched on television compared to the added dimension of this orgasm. Twelve great spurts of cum erupted from me, blast after blast, and when I was spent of my sperm, my cock continued to spasm forcefully in a sort of orgasm equivalent of dry heaves. Until the moment of my first pulsing spurts, I had continued to eat out my mistress and she had been coming over and over again all of this time. We were both completely and utterly exhausted, unable to move of our own accord, though I was writhing in pleasure so intense as to be close to pain for Claire had not yet turned off the vibrator in my ass. Fortunately, the force of my orgasmic spasms were making my ass contract and expand, finally pushing the dildo out of my ass. Our eyes snapped open at the sound of applause. "Well, well," the Master said, as he entered the room and began to undress. For the first time, Claire was not the only one looking at him with longing and desire. Slave In My Own Home Ch. 03 Completely mastered and unmanned, I was the submissive slave of my wife and her young lover, my own nephew by my brother's marriage to a divorced woman. Fifteen years of what I had thought to be a healthy, happy marriage was in an instant of discovery revealed to be pure illusion. Claire, my wife, had in a single stroke proven my inadequacy to stand as her equal in our marriage and I had accepted the proof. I had always been attracted to Claire. From the very beginning she had commanded my desire. Now I had to accept that in all of our years together I had never satisfied her needs so well as I did now by standing aside to let another service her in my place while I served them both. She gloried not only in the natural prowess and youthful endurance of Matthew which forced her to withstand extended and powerful orgasms, the boy who was now my master, but almost equally in my degradation before them. And God help me, I gloried in the gutter of my servitude as much as she did. I can't say I am proud of the things I have done these past several months. The man in me hates the submissive tool I have become in the service of the wife who has betrayed our marriage vows and the boy who has cuckolded me. I should be avenging these injuries against my pride, not being aroused to mind-blowing orgasms by them. I have been forced to watch over and over again as the Master has taken the Mistress (as I am bound to refer to my wife) in every way imaginable, including several that were never allowed me when I was her equal. I have been forced to lick his sperm out of her cunt and to swallow every drop while they mock my servility. I have been forced to permit my own violation with intrusive sex toys in ways that a heterosexual man should never allow. Well, I say I have been forced, but how can I say it with any conviction? The truth is worse. I have been commanded and I have obeyed. No force was required. God forgive me if I forgive myself, but I offered no resistance, was too aroused by all I saw and endured to do anything but cum, usually all over myself and even into my own mouth upon request. Over the months, a dread has risen in me of what kind of man I must be to allow this to continue, even to anticipate what humiliation will follow the last. When I watched another man fucking my wife and was turned on by it, I tried to tell myself it was a voyeuristic thrill. When I licked the semen of another man out of Mistress' pussy, I told myself I was getting off on the act of submission alone, an extreme fetish. But now that I had been violated by the Mistress' sex toys, thrust into my ass and mouth and repeatedly climaxed in mind-numbing waves of pleasure, to Claire's accusations that I was gay to get off so on imitation dicks, I had begun to truly wonder what I was. Was I a man at all? Most recently she had been making me suck on her dildo and take it up my ass and tell her how much I liked it, how much I really wanted to please cocks instead of cunts and that it was for this reason that I never could please her enough. Now, this did please her, got her off. But worse, it got me off too. Hard and fast and frequently. I had never had any hint of homosexual thoughts before, but now at her instigation I had begun to truly crave cock. Was it merely that I was so susceptible to suggestion, so sexually submissive, that she could turn me into anything she wanted, even change my sexual nature completely? I didn't know. What I did know was that now I had entered a new phase of my submissiveness. Not only did I enjoy my Mistress getting off from the Master's ministrations, but now I found I enjoyed watching the Master just as much. The question was, what could I do about fulfilling my new desire, satisfy this unexpected appetite? And could I even do it? I should have known that the matter was not for me to decide. One of our afternoon sessions was in full progress. It was one of those days when the Master was particularly keen on my humiliation, something he enjoyed and frenzied the Mistress with lust for his dominance. I had been commanded to simply sit in a chair and watch as my wife pleasured him in a variety of ways. I knew that this usually began with her giving him a tongue bath, followed by oral and if he didn't finish in her mouth, he would drill her pussy until he filled it with his cum before commanding me to lick her pussy clean. This excited me considerably despite the fact that it should rather have infuriated and disgusted me. Today would prove out a bit different. I sat and watched, forbidden to relieve my sexual tension in any way while the Master enjoyed a sloppy blowjob from the Mistress. I was only to watch as Claire's beautiful head bobbed over the Master's loins, to listen to her longing moans of desire and pleasure as she stroked her own pussy. Matthew himself was looking at me, telling me to watch how my wife could please a real man strong enough to break her to his will. In itself this was not so unusual; they often made me watch while reminding me of my weakness. But the difference was in what happened next. Claire suddenly stopped blowing the Master and looked at me over her shoulder. She smiled and said, "you've watched enough." Matthew was as surprised as I was when she said, "now, do!" I could not believe my ears. She wanted me to blow another man. I had been dreading this as much as anticipating it. Matthew was swift in overcoming his surprise; very little seemed to shock him. He and the Mistress shared a mischievous look. He smiled at her, obviously admiring this latest ploy to humiliate and un-man me further. "Well," he said authoritatively, "you heard the mistress, didn't you? Come over here and blow me!" "I can't," I said weakly. "Oh, but our little worm," Claire said, "You can and you will. And you know that you want to." To prove her point, she jumped off the bed and came over to me, grabbing the cushion out of my grasp, the cushion I had been using to hide my hard-on. A full erection that had only stiffened at the suggestion of being ordered to suck the Master's dick for the Mistress. "Ha," she laughed. "You see, Matt? I told you he wants to serve you personally." I was humiliated, blood in my face as in my rigid cock. But I could not deny to myself that this latest humiliation had the usual effect of all their humiliations. I was aroused beyond desperation. I wanted to suck the Master's cock and I knew it. Why, I asked myself even now. Was I a closeted gay? Or was it simply that humiliation was my sexuality, subservience my greatest aphrodisiac? Of course, Claire would never leave me alone with my thoughts. She told me to say it out loud and I could not fail the Mistress. "Yes, I want to suck his cock. I want his cock in my mouth. I want to make it feel so good that he can't stand it. I want to swallow his delicious cum." Matthew was amused. But the Mistress did not let me off that easily. "Oh, so you want it, do you?" "Yes, Mistress," I answered dutifully. "Well, maybe we shouldn't let you then." I looked up at the Mistress in shock as she stood over me, slouched down in my chair. This chance of a reprieve had a strange effect on me. I knew I would be disappointed not to have a chance to please the Master in this way and I knew how sick that made me. But as ever, I should have known there would be no reprieve. She laughed out loud. "It shouldn't be this easy, you little worm!" She looked back at Matthew, who was enjoying the sight of my wife humiliating me in his presence. He was keeping hard without effort. "I guess he'd better beg for it, don't you think, Master?" Matt only nodded. She addressed me again. "Do you want it, Worm?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied. "Want what?" she asked. "His cock," I said. "What do you want with it?" "To suck it." "Do you think you deserve to suck the Master's cock?" I wasn't sure how to answer this. Any answer could be wrong. "Yes, Mistress." "Oh, you do, do you?" She laughed. "Why should a little half-man like you have the chance to even see a real man's cock like the Master's? I think you should beg for it. Beg for it now." I didn't bother to resist. "Please, Mistress, please may I suck his cock?" "Is that any way to beg, sitting in a chair?" "No, Mistress, I am sorry." I pushed myself out of the chair and got on my knees before her. "Please, Mistress, may I lick and suck the Master's dick?" She would not answer, would not look at me. I continued to beg. "Please may I roll my tongue over the Master's cock and balls, lick him until he wants my mouth over it, pump him with it until he can't hold back and let him fill my mouth with his delicious cum? Please? Please?" I was kissing her feet. "Very well, Worm," she said. "You have begged and you have my permission. You may blow the Master... if he wishes it." I thanked her, continued to kiss her feet a moment, and hopped to my own feet, headed for the bed. I was strangely eager to set myself down to my task. "Stop!" It was the Master's voice and despite my desire I obeyed without delay. "Back on your knees," he commanded. I obeyed this as well, kneeling where I stopped. The Master now perched himself on the edge of the bed and commanded me to come to him on my knees, to crawl to him in fact. And God help me I did. I wriggled over to him like a worm, my cock dripping pre-cum and leaving a worm-like trail in my wake. Once there, I knelt between his open legs and looked up to the Master's face for approval. He told me to begin and that he wanted a perfect blowjob. I put my hands on his thighs and dived into my work. I was determined to get some satisfaction for this by giving him a mind-blowing orgasm before I was through. Don't ask me why, but I wanted to be a better cocksucker than Claire... I wanted the Master to prefer me even if it meant I would be doing this again and often. I began by licking the insides of his thighs, gradually working my way toward his groin area. I licked and nibbled around his balls and in the bush of his pubic hair, inhaling his scent deeply and finding to my surprise that I liked how he smelled. I didn't torture myself over this. I was enjoying this and I just accepted it. I took his balls in my mouth one by one, caressing them with lips and tongue, and was rewarded when the Master's heavy breathing became sharp and sudden as I found his pleasure points. Behind me, my former wife was enjoying the show. I could her own heavy breathing as she fingered herself and fumbled for her toys. My own cock was twitching and oozed with pre-cum. I was deeply aroused and finding it difficult to control the impulse to envelop the Master's cock with my whole mouth and blow it to a swift climax. Still, I was determined to make this last a while, to make it very good for the Master. Finally, the Master told me to stop playing around and get onto the dick itself. He was a little annoyed, but I could tell that he was annoyed with himself for responding so favourably to my efforts and not at me really. I obeyed. I pulled my head up out of his groin and looked into the Master's face. Without a word, and never releasing my hold on his eyes, I opened wide my mouth and began to lean forward slowly, enveloping his sword-stiff cock with my open mouth until it hit the back of my mouth. Then I closed my mouth softly over it and began to pump my head up and down over it, sucking to create a vacuum of suction in my mouth and caressing it with my mouth. I was rewarded by an obvious look of pure ecstasy on the Master's face. He closed his eyes a moment and when he opened them they had rolled back in his head. I was giving him great joy indeed. I was awash in my own excitement. Sexually, yes, and in some other submissive way, for I simply wanted to please the Master and I was succeeding in this strange new way beyond my wildest dreams. My head bobbed wildly on his cock and the Master was beside himself with pleasure, and I could be sure of this when he lay back on the bed and threw his arms out to his sides. He was writhing with his stimulation and I was pumping and sucking faster and faster on his dick. My own hips were twisting and grinding against empty air. I was full of desire too and my cock was desperate with the need to be touched, more desperate than it had been even before when I was aroused by the sight of the Mistress sucking this same cock which I had so desired. I could taste tantalizing hints of the familiar cum I had lapped out of Claire's pussy so many times before and I knew that he was going to ejaculate soon. I couldn't wait. Behind me, Claire was fully in the throes of her orgasm, screaming with pleasure, and urging me on. "Suck that cock, Worm!" Watching her submissive husband fellate her lover had driven her mad with passion. Suddenly, Matt sat bolt upright. I didn't stop what I was doing, didn't slow down a notch. Nor was I intended too. He was breathing hard and fast and it was plain that he was in the final build-up to his orgasm. He grabbed my head by the hair and immobilized my head over his dick, now thrusting upward himself, up into my mouth, faster, faster, faster. My body was still gyrating even trapped thus in his grasp and I could feel the sperm boiling in my own balls and prepare to boil over into one of those occasional orgasms I experienced without being touched myself. I was breathing hard and fast now, sensing the onset of my own coming ejaculation. His breathing too was faster and he was grunting louder and louder, faster and faster and then with thrusts so deep and hard into me that I thought he was going to put his cock through my palate, he shouted out the release of his tension and blasted into my mouth. Bursts of cum shot inside, running down my throat faster than I could swallow, filling my mouth and dribbling out the sides of my lips, down over my chin and across my cheeks. Just as I began to feel the tremors of his cock's explosion in my mouth, so far down below that I had nearly forgotten my own need, I suddenly felt the volcanic eruption of my own cock and my own eyes must have rolled back in my head as my mind rebelled against the overstimulation of this erotic encounter. My mouth was full of the Master's cum, a pure and unadulterated nectar I had waited so long to savour and my own cock was pulsing with abandon. Oblivious to my own powerful orgasm, the Master pulled his fingers from my hair and while he was still coming pushed me to the floor onto my back. As quick as I fell, he was there, kneeling over my chest and still sending string-like cum-blasts across my face and into my hair while my own cock continued to eject my own hot semen all over my belly. Claire was beside herself, still coming loud and long as she watched this. The Master, weakened by the force of his orgasm, fell off of me to lay on the carpet between Claire and I. I dutifully rolled over, though nearly spent myself, and did as I had often seen Claire do, licking him clean around his cock. It was almost too much for him to endure, and for a few moments I thought he would stop me, but I would not stop myself unless commanded. To my surprise, the Master's dick did not fully soften as I expected after so exhausting and thorough an ejaculation. Rather, after just a few minutes, he began to harden again and started to moan as I continued to lick over his belly and around his groin. This was not lost on the Mistress, who continued to watch fascinated. "So, Worm," she said, "Seems I was right: you did crave cock all those years after all." I still don't think she was right about that at all, but I could not deny that something about the taboo nature of the act and the total submission of it had combined to make me want to please the Master in this way and to a degree I would not have believed possible. She let me continue for a few moments, lick and caressing the Master's cock, until she had decided enough was enough. She commanded me to come to her for she was in need of a good licking herself. I obeyed only reluctantly, not because I did not get off on submitting to the Mistress as well, for I certainly did, but perhaps I did not want to end this new experience, this new phase of my submission. I did not know that the Mistress was not intending to end it, but rather to enlarge that experience. She lay back on the floor, her head propped up on a pillow and I lay face down between her legs and began to lap at her pussy. The Mistress was enjoying it already and the Master, perhaps disappointed to have lost his own lapdog, sat up to watch. I was looking at her face out of the top of my eyes as I licked her pussy and nuzzled her clit, caressing her breasts with my hands, and so I could see her smile at Matthew and reach behind her pillow for something. First she produced her favourite vibrating dildo and second, a bottle of lubricant. She tossed these in turn to Matthew and laughed. "Your tongue doesn't move fast enough, Worm", she said, "but I think we can put your heart back into your work." I knew then what was going to happen next and I didn't knock myself out about it. I knew now that there was no humiliation too degrading for me to find some pleasure in. I continued to lap away at her cunt and after a moment as I knew would happen, I first felt the Master pull my legs apart, then the cheeks of my ass and a moment later I could feel the lube being poured generously onto my anus. Then as one hand continued to pry my ass open, I felt the plastic intruder pressed gently against my anus, rotating in small circles against my opening. I could feel my cock stiffening beneath me and the Mistress was right, I was licking her faster and harder by the second with ever-greater and growing passion. She laughed out loud at my face when the Master turned the vibrator on. I am sure that the look of pleasure on my face must have been nearly pathetic, but it never slowed my work on the Mistress' pussy and after a moment she lay back to enjoy the sensations her slave was being inspired to bring about in her. The vibration on my anus, combined with the effect of the lubricant, was allowing the Master to intrude the dildo farther and farther into my ass. It was so gradual it did not hurt at all. My God, it felt good, so good. With a shove it was in all the way and I moaned in my ecstasy to the amusement of them both. The Master kept it there a moment, vibrating against my pleasure-producing prostate, and then slowly he began thrusting it in and out of me, slowly at first and then faster and faster. "That's right, Slave," he said. "I control everything you feel." He jerked the artificial dick in and out of me a bit roughly for a moment to ensure I got the point. I had the impression that the Master was not in on the planning of this particular little session, but he had certainly improvised nicely. "Yes, Master," I moaned, pausing only a moment in my duties to the Mistress, who was moaning herself under my vigorous lapping. Unconsciously I had raised my ass up toward the Master to make myself even more susceptible and submissive to his assault on me. My own cock was hard again given the dual excitement of licking my Mistress' cunt and being taken from behind by the Master. I groaned therefore when the Master pulled out the dildo and tossed it under the bed. I didn't want to lose the sensation. Claire too was surprised; I could see it on her face. Her surprise seemed to give way to amazement and I wondered what the Master was planning next. Once more I could feel the Master's rough hands pulling my buttocks open and again I could feel a splash of lube over my throbbing anus. A moment later an intruder was once more at that gateway, but I was astonished when I realized that the warm prod probing my ass this time was warm and fleshy. My God, the Master was going to fuck me with his own cock! Slave In My Own Home Ch. 03 I didn't know what to think. I felt like I should feel something like horror or revulsion. I didn't have time to process my feelings and conclude that what I was actually feeling were lust and anticipation for the Master slipped his stone-hard cock deep inside me in a single swift thrust. We both let out moans of pleasure together and even Mistress Claire inhaled sharply. It had hurt somewhat, but only briefly and the dildo preparation ensured that I felt more pleasure from this act than pain. It took a moment to get used to the thrusting inside me, but again the preparation with the Mistress' dildo over the past few sessions with her and earlier in this session allowed me to adapt swiftly to the pleasuring thrusts. The Master's cock was just the right length to stimulate my prostate and I screamed out "yes, yes, yes, Master, fuck me, please fuck me, fuck me until I can't take it anymore, fuck my ass, yes, yes, yes!" Claire laughed and grabbed my head, grinding my mouth down into her pussy. "Burrow away down there, you worm!" I could not believe the pleasure I was feeling with her pussy taste on my lips and the Master's cock drilling deep up my ass. It was better than anything I had ever felt, better even than that first time that Claire had violated me with her toys. My tongue flicked up and down over Claire's clit like a sewing-machine needle mending a tear and she was going crazy from it. I couldn't stop; it was the only way I could express my own passionate build-up toward another orgasm as the Master ploughed my ass. Suddenly her breathing went out of control and I knew that she was about to blow. With a series of squeals and shrieks, she came, pushing her mound up against my face, again held to its place by the recipient of my pleasing efforts. I could not endure the stimulation on both ends much longer; my own orgasm was building. Fortunately, I wouldn't have to wait much longer as the Master too was thrusting into me faster and faster by the second and his breathing told me that he close. He began to thrust slower and harder and he was holding his breath. He was about to come and I went over the edge, with a muffled cry into Claire's sopping pussy I desperately humped against one of Claire's legs, and began to ejaculate almost instantly all over it while above and behind me I heard the Master cry out as well. As I came, I could feel the muscles spasm deep up my ass and I could only imagine how much this would please the Master. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me for the first time ever with another man's seed. Since then, the Master has fucked me and allowed me to suck him off many times, both in the presence of Mistress Claire and in her absence, and while I might be concerned about what this bodes for my future sexuality, I think it worries Claire even more for she knows now that she cannot offer the Master anything that I cannot give him just as well or better. She may now regret having taken the initiative to make me Matthew's sex slave as well as hers. As a consequence, I have noticed that she too is more and more subservient to him of late and I think that it is because she is growing fearful of losing her place to me. I don't think that she needs to worry. I know now that I am not gay, but rather that it is the act of submission to man or woman that arouses and completes me. I am just as sure that the Master is not gay either but that he has merely been enjoying the exploration of a new phase of his domination of me and yes, Claire, too. It could be that much as he enjoyed fucking me to display his dominance over me, he may also be using this latest phase to finalize his dominance over Claire, his supposed equal, and if so, she may be fulfilling his plan. What this will all mean for me remains to be seen, but I can't wait to find out.