0 comments/ 40666 views/ 1 favorites In The Cupboard Ch. 01 By: Sweet_P This one’s written by special request from a fan. I always like to accept a writing challenge. SP. What reason would a Mistress ever have to marry her slave? She asked herself this question many times before she married her favourite slave. The answer was simple: she loved him. She loved him in a way she had loved no other slave, and she decided she wanted him to be her slave alone. She had subjected him to the most difficult task – a prolonged period of chastity, and he had impressed her with his willingness to hand total control of his orgasms over to her. He was pliable, agreeable – the most submissive slave she had ever trained. There was no doubt in her mind that he could never again belong to another. It was a thought that gave her immense pleasure. When she proposed marriage to him, she explained that it would be the ultimate act of submission for him. He would permanently give himself over to her, and she would control every aspect of his sexual conduct from there on in. If he were to submit to others, it would be on her instruction only. He would be hers to do with as she pleased. She, on the other hand, would continue as she had done all along, seeing other lovers, advancing the training of her other slaves, fucking whom ever she saw fit when ever she saw fit. But he would be her primary slave – her pet, preferred above all others, and would take pride of place in her home so that he could be on hand to service her needs, or submit to her commands whenever she chose. There was no question of his accepting her proposal – he did so immediately and without hesitation. She knew she had trained him exceptionally well. Not long after the marriage she decided to show her husband exactly how she liked to be fucked by one of her lovers. His name was Alexander, and she explained she had made a date with him, because he had a monster-sized cock. She enjoyed taking Alexander's huge cock in her cunt, and allowed him to fuck her virtually until her eyes popped out. She always expected to limp after a session with Alexander. Because he was her slave, she decided she would give him the pleasure of watching her with Alexander, but would ensure that he could do or say nothing about it. She had her husband strip and led him into the bedroom, and opened she cupboard doors. She pulled the clothes on the wooden hangers along the rack and to the right to revealed a set of leather restraints bolted into the wall at the back. “In here,” she said, and motioned to the cupboard with her head. Naked, he stepped through the doors, turned to face her and backed up against the wall. She pushed at the inside of his right ankle and he obediently spread his feet to position them in front of the restraints. She wrapped the leather straps around each of his ankles and fastened the buckles tightly so that he could not move. Then she stood, drew the leather bands around his neck, flipped the steel fastener at the front shut and secured it with a small brass padlock. He placed his arms against the armbands, but she shook her head. “No,” she said. "Your hands will be left free. Jerk off if you wish. But see that you don't soil any of my clothes." She stood back and admired her submissive husband now trapped in her closet. He looked perfect in every way except for one thing... She opened a draw, took out her favourite gag - an oval piece of leather, flat on one side, with a short phallus on the other - and inserted it into his mouth. He gripped the phallus with his teeth as she threaded the straps around the back of his head then fastened the buckle at the side of his neck. She bent over, kissed his cold cock, then stepped back and closed the cupboard doors, leaving him in complete darkness. She could see her husband’s wide eyes through the tiny crack. She knew, from where he was trapped, he had full view of their marital bed. The doorbell rang at seven o’clock on the dot. She moved gracefully to open it and admitted Alexander to her home. Alexander did not bother with pleasantries. He stepped over the threshold, picked her up like a sack of potatoes, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her down the hall to her room. She had chosen to wear a sheer black lace thigh-length slip and black patent stilettos. Alexander deposited her on the end of the bed, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and took out his already erect monster cock. “You want this?” he asked her. She spread her legs wide and gave Alexander a full view of her pink pussy lips, already glistening wet and ready to welcome him his cock in. There really was no other lover in her life that sported a tool like it. Over eleven inches long, Alexander’s cock was thicker than a can of hairspray. The glans was perfectly formed, and pre-cum oozed from its tip. The shaft was rock hard and decorated with bulging veins. Thicker at the base, two massive balls nestled below Alexander’s weapon, throbbing with the tension, ready to summon a load and dump it in her cunt. She spread her legs wider for Alexander and, glancing past him to the cupboard behind, she caught a glimpse of the whites of her husband’s eyes as she prepared to be split in half. In The Cupboard Ch. 02 When my Mistress proposed marriage to me I was overwhelmed with delight. I was honoured that she would consider my services as a slave so invaluable that she wanted me to serve her permanently. But I knew being her husband would not be easy. She wanted to own me entirely, and as my Mistress, that was her privilege. But that did not mean that I would own her in the same way - there were other slaves, I knew it, and I knew sooner or later that I would have to deal with them. Imagine my shock when she told me she was due for a sound fucking from one of her lovers. Lovers? There were others outside of the D&S construct? I hardly had time to digest the idea when she led me to our room, opened the cupboard and revealed the restraints on the wall at the back. I had never seen inside this cupboard (she gave me a whole room to myself in her apartment), but when I saw the restraints, I immediately wanted to be put in them. She buckled me in, placed a gag in my mouth, then closed the cupboard doors, and through the crack, I watched her step back to catch my eye. With my ankles and neck restrained, I breathed steadily in the darkness, but could hear my heart pounding in my chest, forcing the blood to rush through my ears. I heard a knock at the door. My Mistress left the room to answer it, then returned moments later, flung like a sack of potatoes over the shoulder of an enormous, muscular man. I had never seen this man before in my life - I had no idea who he was. His back was turned to me and when he took his shirt off, muscles rippled across his shoulders and down his back - he was all meat. On either side of him, I could see my Mistress's calves, ankles and feet. He dropped his trousers, revealing a pert, muscular arse, then launched himself at my wife. "Erff!" I heard her cry. I leapt forward, I was sure she was in danger and needed me, but the neck restraint held me firm, pressing on my Adam's apple, leaving me struggling for air. Before my eyes, I watched that man's arse lunging back and forth as he began to pump my wife. She began to emit tiny high-pitched squeals, and I was convinced these were in objection, but then I heard her say stop. The man stepped back, and my wife moved to one side. I heard her pat the bed - the guy kicked off his jeans completely, mounted the bed, then flipped himself over and lay down on his back with his head on my pillow! And that was when I saw it - a cock bigger than anything I'd seen in my life. It had to be almost a foot long and had the breadth of a donut! As he lay there, it was like this pink alien appendage poking up from his pelvis, veins bulging down the shaft, the glans perfectly formed beneath the purple head. He stretched his arms up above his head then placed his hands behind his neck. My wife shed her sheer lace shift, threw her right leg over the guy's stomach, then positioned herself above that mammoth cock. She looked up - directly at the crack in the cupboard door. Our eyes met - hers became hooded and catlike, mine grew wider. She leaned back and lowered herself down on that massive cock - giving me an uninterrupted view of it sliding unrestricted into her now over-stretched cunt. She looked at me again, then threw her head back and began to raise and lower herself on that behemoth. My mouth dropped open around the gag-phallus as my hands went involuntarily to my own groin. I was surprised to find my cock was standing at attention. Without taking my eyes off my wife, I gripped my burning penis around the shaft and began to stroke myself in unison with her rhythm. She kept on at a steady pace for quite a while - it was clear to me that she completely enjoyed taking that entire cock up her cunt. But I saw that goon's hands come from behind and grip her by the hips. His fingers squeezed her flesh tightly as he grabbed hold of her and began to pump her even harder on his cock, pushing her right down to the base, dragging her back up off it, then launching her downwards again. I quickened the pace of my own strokes, jealous that my wife so obviously enjoyed fucking someone other than me with assets that I could never match. I wanted to burst out of the cupboard, drag my Mistress off of that thing, and kick that guy's arse out of our home. But of course I realised, even if I weren't restrained, my Mistress would never allow it - interference like that would ensure a whipping to the point of almost breaking the skin on the back of my legs. It was a punishment I never wanted to provoke. My cheeks became flushed, the muscles in my forearm began to scream as I continued on jerking off at a furious pace. As I looked through the crack in the doors, I watched my wife's tits bouncing up and down uncontrollably as she began to throw her head around and moan loudly with every thrust. I tensed the muscles in my thighs, clenched my butt cheeks and prepared myself to come when my wife let out a God-awful scream and suddenly slumped backwards. I immediately shot a massive load at the back of the cupboard door and allowed myself to slump against my restraints. My eyes wandered to my Mistress's distended pussy lips, glistening with cunt juice and cum. She was still impaled on that massive cock, and there was nothing I could do about it. In The Cupboard Ch. 03 She slumped back against Alexander's heaving chest, her own chest expanding and contracting from the effort of the fucking she'd just taken. She had made eye contact with her little slave-husband at the point right before she'd been about to climax - she knew his hand was clasped around his own cock, beating it back and forth, and she hoped his mind was filled with thoughts of jealousy and possessiveness. Her skin was soaked with perspiration - and her back felt slippery against Alexander's chest. His large hands still gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her soft skin, leaving a white mark around their perimeter. She sat up, still astride his thighs, his throbbing penis still stuffed into her over-extended snatch. Alexander sat up behind her and wrapped his arms round her waist, clasping her tightly to him. He was never one for many words, and this was one of the reason why she chose to fuck him over and over again - that and the fact that he really did possess the biggest penis she had ever seen. "Your cunt's all sloppy now," he said, his voice filled with immense satisfaction. Still he held her on his lap - she was amazed and yet not surprised to feel his prick hardening again. "More?" he enquired. "More," she said, glancing towards the cupboard. She was convinced her husband was shaking his head in disagreement. She had never allowed him to see her fuck anyone else - not when they went to D&S parties, not when she'd trained him in the presence of other slaves, and not since they'd been married. He knew she was an accomplished Mistress. He had to understand that she had needs she required to be met - and her arrangement with him could not, as a result, ever be exclusive. "Yes," she said, her chin arrogantly jutting out in defiance of her husband's imagined objection. "Fuck me again." Alexander wrapped one arm across her hips and extended the other up between her breasts to place his hand on her left shoulder. He scooted forward on the bed, placed his feet on the floor and stood up, never allowing his cock to become disconnected from her cunt. Her legs dangled helplessly as he walked around to the side of the bed carrying her before him then bent forward. Get on your hands and knees," he said. She placed her hands on the bed directly below her shoulders, and positioned her knees on the edge of the mattress, her feet hooking behind Alexander's thighs. Her breasts hung downwards like great pendulums, swaying gently, freely. She focused her attention on the overwhelming sensation that filled her entire pelvic region. Alexander ran his hands from her shoulders, down her back, then fastened his fingers around her hip-bones again. He slowly extracted his massive member from her warm, wet, cavernous cunt until all but the tip was exposed. She lifted her head and flicked her hair back over her shoulders. She closed her eyes and let out a long jagged sigh. "Now," she moaned. Alexander launched himself forward, thrusting his cock deep within her again, slamming it unapologetically up against her cervix. He leaned his shoulders back as he began to pump, watching his turgid penis sliding out of her wet pussy then forcing its way back in again. He pried her arse-cheeks apart and feasted his eyes on her arsehole as his pumping began to increase in pace. He slid his hand across her right buttock and angled his thumb at the puckered flower, then buried it into her anus right up to the second knuckle. She arched her back and began to moan uncontrollably. Her breasts were swinging back and forth at an ever increasing pace. She bent her elbows, let her chest drop down to the bed and turned her face towards the cupboard as she pushed back against Alexander's every thrust, allowing him greater access to her cunt, encouraging him to drive his cock deeper, sensing that he could indeed, cleave her in two if he truly wished it. Alexander mounted the bed behind her; leaning on his knees, he extracted his thumb from her arse, grabbed her flowing dark hair with his fist and pulled it sharply back, dragging her head back with it. Her moaning continued to grow louder, but he had no desire to quicken his pace - the feel of her warmth and wetness was too exquisite and he intended to keep on pumping her with his hot hard cock until she could honestly stand no more. He could feel her becoming weaker as the minutes ticked past - yet she continued to angle her hips upwards and push back against his thighs. The backs of her own thighs were totally coated with the juices from her cunt and they slapped and slipped against his meaty legs every time they connected. Alexander let go of her hair and moved his hand to grip the back of her neck. His hand was so big, his fingers almost circled her delicate neck - he tightened his grip and pushed, down forcing her face into the bedsheets to stifle her noisy moans. She was entirely at Alexander's mercy. She could no longer tell whether she felt excruciating pain or overwhelming pleasure - but she knew she liked it. Liked being lost like this, with Alexander jamming his cock up her cunt. He had her in complete surrender and he knew it. She felt him quicken his pace then - his hands returned to her hips and as he thrust his cock deep within her one, twice, three more times, she felt his grip tighten, and knew he had reached his climax. She felt sweat drip from his face onto her back. She remained frozen in that position, face forward, arse up, panting for breath, then relaxed when Alexander stepped off the bed, extracted his huge cock from her cunt, and flopped on the bed next to her, leaving her snatch gaping, loose and overextended. She rolled over to her left side and curled up against his massive muscular form. Her chest still heaved with the effort. She stared directly at the gap between the cupboard doors and smiled smugly. In The Cupboard Ch. 04 Standing in the cupboard, strapped to the wall by the neck, my ankles steadfastly secured, was surreal experience. It was dark, mildly warm, and in a way, it was comforting. How did my Mistress know that seeing her fuck someone else would be such a turn on for me? Actually, I'm not sure that it was - watching her with that guy with the humungous cock was excruciatingly painful for me, since my Mistress was also my wife. I could not help but feel territorial or even possessive about her - I had, after all, devoted myself to her, body and mind first, then in heart and spirit later, which gave her complete ownership of me. I could not bear to think there might be another that could please her in a way I could not. But the size of the guy's prick was undeniable. My own cock was certainly not small, but it didn't compare to the behemoth she stuffed into her cunt right before my very eyes. I cupped my balls with my left hand and gripped my cock with my right as I watched my wife being carried, impaled, then deposited on her hands and knees on our marital bed. I had a complete side-on view of her taut body as she leaned on her hands and knees, offering herself on all fours to the goon whose cock was already buried deep within her cunt. The muscles in her smooth arms flexed as she braced herself; her breasts swayed gently beneath her, the nipples erect and pointing downwards to the bed. Her back was slightly arched, her butt-cheeks round, her thighs white and welcoming. I wished it were me who was about to fuck my Mistress, not that idiot. I knew being fucked on all fours was the way she liked it best. His hands tightened around her hips as he slowly withdrew his cock from her slippery wet cunt, then began to slide it in and out at a steady pace. I felt my own cock harden immediately - watching my Mistress be dominated like that was such a turn on. I put my hand up to my mouth, spat in my palm twice, then returned it to my rock hard prick, and began to stroke as I watched my wife take that mammoth cock right up her snatch. I imagined what it would like to be that guy right now, every square inch of her cunt dominated by that great galloping prick, her pelvic floor muscles struggling to contract around it, having been stretched beyond capacity to accommodate its girth. I dropped my mouth open and began to breathe heavily, but it was not easy with a gag in my mouth. Instead I drew air roughly through my nostrils, being careful to keep my head still so I could see my wife through the crack in the cupboard doors. From that position, the guy fucking her was cut right out of view - I could almost pretend he wasn't even there. I tightened my grip on my cock and began to drag my hand up and down the shaft in time with my wife's swaying. As moans began to slip from between her lips and drifted towards me through the crack in the doors, I saw a thin film of sweat break out along her back giving her a luscious sheen that I would have enjoyed licking off her skin lovingly. I imagined it was me giving her such a thorough fucking - not some guy at the other end of a monster cock, who had no right to be fucking my wife the way he was. Pre-cum oozed from the end of my penis and dangled in a string down to my knees. I worried I would some how flick it onto the clothes in the closet, which was totally against my Mistress's instructions - in the dark I turned my head to the left, and looked downwards, but could not see if the clear fluid had connected with the dress hanging next to me on the rail. I returned my eyes to the crack in the doors again; my Mistress was being rocked back and forth at a monumental pace, her breasts swinging uncontrollably in time with the pounding against her hips. A hand appeared from behind, gripped her on the back of the neck and forced her downwards to bury her face in the bedclothes. She turned her head towards me, and I could see her cheeks were flushed with the effort, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her hands placed either side of her shoulders, sliding up and down the surface of the mattress, doing very little to steady her body against the rough banging. I stood perfectly erect within my restraints, my hand sliding up and down my cock at a furious pace. I leaned my head back against the wall, tensed the muscles in my thighs, and felt sweat break out on my forehead as cum spewed forth from my cock. I couldn't help it - I groaned behind the gag stuffed so intrusively in my mouth and secured around my head, and was immediately frightened that the sound I'd made would give my presence away. But it didn't matter - my Mistress was moaning so loudly at that point, an extra groan in amongst hers would not have been distinguishable. She gave one last moan and I saw that goon fall forward on her back, grip her by the breasts and pause as he obviously dumped a load in her cunt. He rolled sideways onto the bed, and my Mistress turned to spoon herself against him. My eyes feasted on her exhausted, used body - her left breast lay against the bed, the right sloping down towards it. Her hair was moist and tossed back away from her face; her left arm was extended outwards, her right was bent and her hand rested in the curve of her waist. My gaze drifted back towards her face and I was stunned to see her staring intently at me through the crack in the doors. The look she gave me was nothing less than smug. I couldn't help it. I knew I was a slave to her - a possession to be used as she saw fit. But the look on her face, so self-assured, so self-satisfied made me feel insane with jealousy. I slumped against my restraints in the darkness of the cupboard. My heart sank, heavy with the love and devotion I felt for my Mistress, my wife. Leaden, because I knew she was a woman I could never control. All that I could ever do was her bidding - if I did not I knew she would leave me in a heartbeat. It was in that moment that I came to the realisation that I was truly enslaved. In The Cupboard Ch. 05 She closed the door behind Alexander, and her thoughts turned immediately to her husband - her slave - trapped in the darkness of her bedroom cupboard where she'd put him into restraints several hours ago. She went to the kitchen, ran a glass of water from the tap, then turned and carried it, beads of water dripping down the side of the glass as she walked down the hallway. She opened the right-hand door of the cupboard first, revealing her clothes, all pushed to one side along the railing. Then she opened the other door to find her husband, strapped to the wall, his nipples erect, his cock, half standing to attention, obviously reddened from friction, his hands by his sides, his fingers opening and closing against his palms. With one hand she dragged the strap on the gag out of its buckle, loosened it, then took hold of the gag and slipped it out of his mouth. She held the glass to his lips, and tilted it upwards for him to take a sip. He drank deeply, consuming all the water as she up-ended the glass. "My slave," she said lovingly. Her eyes flicked to the back of the door on her left and noted two streaks of pearlescent fluid suspended in animation as they attempted to make a downward descent. "Did you enjoy yourself?" she enquired. "Yes," he said immediately, then, "No. I. ah. I don't know," he continued. She turned, placed the glass of water on a little side table, then dragged her red armchair over and positioned it in front of the cupboard. She seated herself in it, then spread her legs wide and over to the sides then leaned back, exposing her gaping hole, putting her night's efforts entirely on display. He couldn't help it. His eyes wandered from her face, over her belly and down to her cunt, where he noted the delicate, hairless skin was aggravated, swollen, and still obviously wet. Where her cunt was normally a neat size, now it was stretched, distended and had the distinct look of having been used. He felt confused. He was unsure if he liked what he saw or whether he loathed it. She bent sideways out of the chair to pick up her black stilettos from where they lay in the cupboard. She unzipped the straps at the back, then closed her legs as she bent forward to slip her feet into each. She closed the zips, then sat back and purposefully crossed her legs. "What do you mean 'yes, no, I don't know'?" she said casually. She swivelled on her hip to tilt herself in the chair and draped one arm over the back, bending it to lean her temple against the palm of her hand. "What do you think of what you've just seen?" "I... I... oh, Mistress, I do not like to see you fuck another man," he finally whined. "And yet, I see you enjoyed yourself somehow," she said, motioning to the cum on the back of the cupboard door. He slumped visibly in his restraints. "Yes," he stated pathetically. "What did you imagine, while I was fucking my lover?" she asked. "I imagined I was the one fucking you - not your lover," he replied without hesitation. "I imagined, that you were entirely mine, that you needed no other, and that I satisfied you completely." "Ah!" she said, smiling. "But you do satisfy me completely. That is why you wear my ring," she said, indicating the thick gold band that encircled the ring finger on his left hand. "Then why do you need others?" he whined? "Because," she said, jutting her chin out at him in that defiant pose he so loved, so adored. "Because I wish you to never forget that I am the Mistress, and you are the slave, and marriage or not, that is the way it will always be. Think of it," she said, "as being vital to your training. Another method through which I intend to maintain your submission." He hung his head. He realised, somewhere in the back of his mind, he had held a vain hope that he could dissuade her from putting him through such an ordeal again. He'd hoped that eventually he would be all she'd ever need. He became acutely aware that nothing could be further from the truth. "Come, come," she said to him cheerily. "Don't mope. I hate it when you mope." She stood, pushed the armchair back a little, then stepped forward into the cupboard and leaned the length of her body against his. She placed her left check against his right and rubbed her skin across his stubble ever so gently. She drew in a breath as she did, savouring his scent, his sweet essence, and her heart filled with love for him. She leaned back, pressed her lips to his and slipped her tongue into his warm, welcoming mouth. Her tongue connected with his, and he returned her kiss passionately, longingly, searchingly. She knew he would be even more devoted to her now. She stepped back and unbuckled the strap around his neck. He obediently kept his hands by his side - she had trained him out of immediately rubbing his skin for relief when she released him, and she observed with approval that he did not even attempt to move his arms once his neck was freed. She bent, unbuckled the straps around his ankles, paused to place a gentle kiss on his spent penis, then backed out of the cupboard. "Come," she said, indicating the chair. "A reward." He knew exactly what she had in mind. He stepped out of the cupboard, placed his hands along the top of the back of the armchair, and bent forward, spreading his feet, angling his arse out. She turned, opened a drawer in the closet and took out a double-flex leather paddle. She slapped it gently against her left palm, and watched as he clenched his butt-cheeks together in anticipation. With her left hand she smoothed each cheek, running her palm over the smooth white flesh. "Relax," she said, and instantly he released the tensed muscles. She raised the paddle with her right hand, then brought it down, smack, across both cheeks. "What do you say?" she asked. "Thank you Mistress," he replied, gratitude overflowing in his voice. She raised her hand and brought the paddle down again, first on his right butt cheek, then on his left. She repeated the strikes again and again while he remained entirely silent, enjoying watching as the colour on his arse cheeks rose to a gentle pink, then transformed to an angry red. Finally, after twenty or thirty good strong strokes, she stopped. She smoothed his butt-cheeks tenderly, noting how far he had progressed in his acceptance of pain since she'd first met him and agreed he would be her slave. "Tell me," she said softly. "Thank you Mistress. Thank you so much." Later that night, as he lay on his stomach across their bed, she lightly massaged aloe vera gel into his buttocks. It would take the sting out enough for him to be able to sit at work tomorrow. "I love you, wife," he said quietly. "I know," she replied. "And I love you too." Many thanks to the anonymous reader who suggested this story thread – I've enjoyed exploring these two characters in this way. Writing challenges are always welcome! SP.