5 comments/ 61356 views/ 3 favorites My New Life By: atomis14 My story begins, when I was just Eighteen years old, my name is Valerie. Everyone calls me Val, I had recently left school, I did not get very good grades from my school exams. I looked for work, and could only get a job as a server, part time at the local pub. I went to seek advice from my former headmaster, at my old school. He suggested, because I had narrowly failed a couple of subjects, his advice was, that I go into the local college and try my exams again. I signed up for another year of education, at the local College. I found a newspaper round, which paid me over nineteen pounds a week, with the money from the part time pub job I could save for my clothes and other stuff, as well as taking my education that important one step further. The paper round took me all through the village; I enjoyed the early mornings. I did not have regular boy friend, although I had, had sex once or twice. Everyone commented on my figure, even my stepfather Mike. He was always groping me, and tickling me. When I was younger, it was fun, but now it was making me feel somewhat funny inside, I found I like the pressing of his hands in certain places. One of the extra earners I could make on the paper round was collecting the money, because we lived in a village it was better for the shop to have the money collected. On Saturday mornings, I would first deliver the papers. Quite a few customers left the money at the door for me to pick up, and then when I had finished the round, I would go backwards around the same delivery route and pick up the money from the ones who had not left their money out. One Saturday, I had finished collecting the money, I took it to the shop, and paid it in. I see Holly Bush Cottage has not paid his money yet Val? Mrs Brooks remarked. Mr Price is always out walking his dog, so I don't see him every collecting day. I replied. Well he is four weeks late, if he does not pay next week, I will stop his papers, Mrs Brooks said a little angry. I left the shop with my pay and was walking back home, Holly Bush cottage was at the top of the cul-de-sac, and it was beginning to rain. I thought, perhaps I would call at Holly Bush, to see if Mr Price was back, and collect the money. As I walked up the lane of the cul-de-sac, the rain got a lot heavier. I ran up the path and rang the bell; I heard the dog Bark, and I was going to leave, as there was no answer. I turned to go, and the door opened, a very wet blonde-headed man peered around the door. Can I help you he asked a little out of breath? I have come for the paper money, I replied. Gosh, you are getting wet, he said back to me. Please come in, and I will go and get it for you. He opened the door, and I could see he had a towel wrapped around his waist. Sorry, he pointed to his towel I was in the shower, wait a moment until I put something more decent on. With that he scampered up the stairs, his body was not bad at all I thought, he had a very tanned body, and it was there in all the right places. What am I thinking I said to myself, he came down the stairs again in a long white towelling robe. As he walked passed me, he smelled of fresh soap and eu-de-colgne. He came back with a ten pound note, he handed it to me, as he did it flittered to the floor. We both bent down together, his robe opened and I could see his manhood, right before my eyes. He sort of, grabbed his robe and tried to pull it together, as he did he fell backwards, and the robe flew wide open. I tried to grab him to stop him falling over, and I toppled onto him. We both said sorry, at the same time. The both of us burst out laughing, his manhood was semi erect, and he was pointing at my chest. As I looked down, I saw that my blouse had burst open and my right boob was visible. I never wear a bra, and now I was wishing I did. He stood over me, his member swinging in front of my face, he offered me his hand to pull me up from the floor, but my hand reached out to fondle his erect cock. He stood stock still, as I wrapped my fingers around the massive girth of his now bursting erection. He gulped in air; I could feel the blood spurting inside his massive cock. I began to jerk my hand up and down the turgidly thick shaft, he shrugged his robe off standing before me stark naked. His lips curled over his teeth suck my cock, he growled. I could not believe that I was going to put this monster in my mouth; I nibbled the tip of his cock, and then licked the top. It tasted salty, but it was nice. My body reacted, I could feel my sex was beginning to get wet, my nipples ached and grew like stalks. He placed his hands on my head, pushing my head down onto his shaft. His monster cock was inside my mouth, its head at the back of my throat. I gagged, and then I automatically clamped my mouth around his cock and sucked it. The solid muscle in my mouth rippled, and grew as I sucked it. He groaned aloud, I felt his hand under my arms, as he lifted me up in front of him. He closed his mouth over mine, and our tongues joined in a tangle of juices. I felt his hands pull my blouse away; he held my breasts tweaking the nipples. My legs buckled a little, as his hands tugged my skirt down, along with my panties. We fell to the floor; in a tangle, he opened my legs wide. I saw his massive cock, as he took it in his hand and guided it into my wet inviting sex. My body began to buck and gyrate immediately, as he sank his cock inside me. His balls slapped my thighs, as he pulled out, then rammed back into my wet and throbbing pouch. We seemed to go on forever; my mind was alive with flashes of light and sensations I had never had before. Suddenly, like a bolt of lighting, my juices poured out of my pouch, and my body was racked with the most sensational convulsions, that I had ever experienced. Through the mists, of this feast of sheer enjoyment, I heard him groaning and shaking, then I felt his seed burst deep into my body. This seemed almost like a catalyst, of the first bomb ever to explode inside my body. It went on forever, and I did not want it to stop. Coming out of a surprisingly long relaxed sleep, which felt like days, in fact was only a few minutes. I knew that I had experienced my first orgasm, more importantly; I had given a man an orgasm at the same time. We were both a little awkward at first, and then we could not stop talking about how we came to be fucking on the floor. After all I had only popped in for the paper money, I am sure that I will be collecting in person, and more often from this house. Watch out for more revelations to come? My New Life I'm currently parked outside an out of the way motel about 20 miles outside of town contemplating how I got here. Well I know how I got here but to honest with myself I'm afraid of what I'll become if I get out of my car and walk into room 107 – as instructed on the text message I received an hour ago. I guess it would help if I explained how I got to the point where I'm about to go and have sex with another man for the first time, a man I met via the internet, a man I've never seen and who's voice I've never heard. I can't remember the last time I had sex with my wife. It seems the longer we've been married the less she's been interested. Not surprisingly I've found myself sitting in front of my computer night after night whilst she's at work browsing through as many erotic sites as I can whilst enjoying the attention of my own right hand. A few weeks ago I wandered across a bisexual site and found myself more aroused than I've been in years to see the images of men on men. My cock jumped in my hand at the sight of one guy giving another head and clicking on the short movie trailer had me coming all over myself at the sight of a guy taking it up the ass. Now I've always considered myself as straight as they come but after experiencing the best orgasm I'd had in years I began to wondering whether I really was a straight as I've always believed. A few nights later I was back on a similar site and flashing across the top of the screen was an advert for a gay chat-room. I was transfixed with the advert, just staring at it like it could lead to all the kinky thoughts that have been playing through my mind over the last few days. Gathering my courage I clicked the link and signed in.... Of course one thing led to another, I've been chatting to Mike for nearly a month now, he knows I'm a virgin, he knows I have a submissive side and the cyber-sex we've shared has made me blow more cum than I have in years. So here I am sat outside a motel room that we've agreed to meet in to take my experiences to the next level. Getting out of my car I steel my nerves and walk across to knock on the door. "Hi John!" Mike is a lot hotter than I imagined. He's taller than me by nearly a full 6 inches and I'm 6 foot! He's got short black hair, piercing green eyes that are almost black as he looks at me (I guess he likes what he sees as well). Stepping aside in invitation I walk into the room, noticing he's only dressed in a light robe and that he's pulled all the bedding to the foot of the huge double bed, leaving just the crisp white sheet on. "Hi Mike, it's so great to finally meet you," I hold my hand out to shake but he just pulls me in by my wrist, wraps his other hand behind my neck and plunges his tongue into my mouth! The kiss is wet and hard, sloppy and possibly the best kiss I've ever experienced. After what seems like hours we break apart both panting for air and he gives me an evil little smile, "Oh I am going to have so much fun with you!" Mike pulls my jacket off my shoulders and sliding his hands under my t-shirt, pinches my nipples hard. "Ow!" I'm panting now with want, his roughness is only making me hotter as my cock strain's against the confines of my jeans. Glancing down I can see his robe is tenting with his own erection and that just spurs me on. Yanking my shirt over my head I don't even check to see where it lands as my hands go to the front of his robe and begin pulling on the ties. At the same time he is busy unzipping my jeans and pushing both my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh to free my throbbing erection. Pulling his robe open I freeze, I'm completely mesmerised by his magnificent cock! I've never seen another mans cock in real life before and Mike's cock is enormous. Now I'm not shy, I've got a fairly nice 8-inch cock which is quite a nice thickness but Mike's cock – my god! Reaching out I closed my hand around his shaft, his head was an angry red and leaking pre-cum, this monster had to be at least 10 inches and was so thick my fingers didn't even meet when wrapped around it! Glancing up at his face I saw the evil little smile was back as he placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. 'He's playing to my submissiveness' I thought and all I could think was that it was the hottest thing that had happened to me in years. Coming face to face with a cock for the first time was a quite daunting experience but he didn't let me ponder the idea as he leaned his hips forward and pushed his cock past my lips. "Yeah, that's it baby, you were born to be a little cock-sucker weren't you," Mike now had a hand on either side of my head as I sucked the head of this monstrous cock and tongued the slit. My first taste of pre-cum is not one I will ever forget. It was bitter but at the same time so sweet and I continued to run my lips up and down his shaft as I reached down to my own throbbing meat and gently pulled on it. Smack! The sound of Mike's hand hitting the side of my face echoed in the small room and I looked up at him in shock. "No my little slut, you will leave your cock alone, you will get to come when I say so and not before, is that clear bitch?" My cock jumped at being spoken to in such a degrading way, could I really want this? The throbbing in my balls said I did so I bowed my head and replied in the only fashion I thought I should "Yes Master." Mike's eyes turned almost black with arousal at my words and grabbing my head again he proceed to feed his cock to me, fucking my face gently, never giving me more than about half of his cock. "Ok slut, it's time to take all of me" my eyes met his and he must have seen the panic but obviously didn't care as he grabbed my head hard and forced his cock into my throat. "Aaaaaaaaa," I tried to pull away from the invading monster as I gagged but he had my head hold tightly as he continued to pound away at my throat. "Relax, give yourself to me, you are my cock-slut, mine to use, surrender you cock-sucking pig!" His words just made me hotter, even though tears were rolling down my face I sensed the moment he knew I'd surrendered, my throat opened completely, I stopped gagging and he shoved the last few inches down my gullet as he pounded away, "That's it take me bitch, take me, suck that cock you fucking whore!" All I could do was hold on for the ride as I was abused so completely. I wanted to bring myself off but had already learned that lesson so I gazed up at my Master submissively and let him take what was his. "Aaah, I cumming, swallow it all you little slut, aaaaah, take it, aaaah that's it you slut!" He started cumming down my throat and then pulled back to fill my mouth with the last few spurts. His cum was amazing, so sweet, I swallowed eagerly and then continued to tongue his shaft, cleaning every drop from his still half-hard cock. "You are such a good little slut." Mike was caressing the side of my face lovingly and I beamed with pride that I had pleased my new Master so well. Dragging me up by my head Mike brought our lips together in another sloppy wet kiss as he pushed my jeans the rest of the way down my legs. "Get rid of the rest of your clothes and go and kneel in the centre of the bed facing the wall my little slut!" I couldn't have moved quickly enough. I knew what was coming. My new Master was going to fuck me, he was going to take my last virginity and forever make me his slut! I was kneeling on the king size bed on my hands and knees and listening to him move about the room behind me. There were that many different emotions running through my head that the first strike made me scream. "OOOwwwwwwww!" "Ah my little slut, you need to be trained, I like to hear my bitches moan, and I like to ride an ass that's burning because of me!" "Aahhhhh," the next strike wasn't such a shock. Whipping, he was whipping me; he had some sort of riding crop that he was using to lash my upturned and waiting rear end. "Aahhhhhh!" The strikes were coming faster now. "You will thank me slut. You will thank your Master for every lash!" "Aaaahhhh, thank you Master!" I shouted. I meant it too. I'd always known I had a submissive side but without this meeting, without meeting Mike, I never would've known what type of slut I truly was. I wanted him to use me, I wanted him to abuse me and whip me and fuck me. Whatever my Master wanted! "Aaaahhhh, thank you Master!" "Such an obedient little slut. You should see your ass, shining such a beautiful burning red, just right for me to ride hard!" I felt the bed dip behind me as my Master knelt between my open knees. "Yes Master, ride me hard, fuck your slut hard!" I didn't know where the dirty and nasty words were coming from, somewhere inside of me that had been locked up forever, open now for him. I started as I felt a cold and sticky finger running up and down my crack. 'This is it' I thought, 'This is what I want' I felt him push his finger into my waiting anal channel. There wasn't any pain just a slight stretching, he fingered me for a while then pushed two fingers in. "Aaaahhh, fuck!" "Yes my slut, moan for me, scream for me!" Pushing three fingers in as he said this and scream I did. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!, Master it hurts, aahhhh, fuck aaaaahhh Stop please!" "Oh my slut, we're not going to stop, we're only just beginning!" And then he did it, he knelt up behind me and I felt his cock head pushing at my entrance. "Noooo, you're too big, please, nooooo!" SMACK! His hand came down on my ass so hard tears sprang to my eyes. "You will take me slut! You will not fight me, you will take your Master, take me bitch!" He pushed again, harder this time and his cock head breached my anus. I opened my mouth to scream but was so winded from the pain in my ass that no noise would come out. "Good slut, take me my slut!" He was rubbing his hands in soothing circles over my ass cheeks as he slowly inched his way up my channel. Once he was all the way in he draped himself over my back and kissed my neck tenderly. "Such a good little slut. I'm all the way in now, you have all of me bitch. Tell me what you want?" I knew what he wanted and in that moment I wanted it too. Pride swelled in my chest at having taken all of my Master inside of me so I gave him the answer both of us wanted, "Fuck me Master, Fuck me hard!" Without a word he straightened himself up and grabbing my hips pulled his cock from me in one smooth motion, only to thrust it back in to the hilt. "Aahhhhhh, Master!" "That's it bitch, squeal for me, take me!" "Aaahhhh, fuck me, harder, fuck me!" His hips pistoned his cock in and out of me. The edge of pain was still there but now it was joined by a wondrous burn from my ass. I wanted this; I've always wanted this. "Aaaaah, Rape me, Abuse me, AAAAhhhhh, Fuck Yes" "I'm raping you, you little slut, Aaah, my little cock whore, take me, take me, take me!" Harder and harder he fucked my little hole. His monstrous cock sawing in and out of me at increasing speeds, I wanted to cum, I needed to cum, "Please Master, please can I cum? Please Sir rape the cum out of me!" I was pushing back against his thrusts now trying to get more of his cock. Reaching under me he grabbed my cock in his fist tightly, "Yes my slut, I am going to fill you, cum with me whore, cum NOW!!" I came on his command spurting over his hand, at the same time I could feel him filling my ass with his hot sweet cum as I came harder and longer than I ever have he continued to fill me, raping my ass! "Yes, yes, take it bitch, I'm cummmmmming, yes slut take me!" I felt him collapse over my back and was quite happy to lower both of us to the mattress. My last thought before I blissfully passed out was that not only had I found my Master now, I'd also found my true self and I would be happy playing with both for the rest of my life. My New Life Snow was falling heavily as I rushed to get home from work and start my weekend. This weekend however, would be like none I had ever spent before. It was my last day at my job and I had been recently laid off due to cutbacks and restructuring. That morning when I arrived at work I had been a handsomely paid executive bringing in a six figure salary, and that afternoon when I returned home I was an unemployed cuckold husband. My wife had become less and less into sex with me in our marital bed and it was driving a wedge between us. I suggested a counselor, marital aids, porno movies, you name it, and I tried it. And yet, each day she dressed more provocatively wearing more revealing clothes that I had ever seen her wear during our marriage. One night at wit's end, I cried in Suzanne's arms and pled with her not to give up on our marriage. I told her how much I loved her and how devoted I was to her. I assured her that there was nothing we couldn't overcome. There was no burden I wasn't willing to bear to make things worse. I even confessed to her about my fascination with female domination internet porno sites and told her that if she would not leave me, I would cease frequenting those sites. Suzanne is a rubenesque beauty who I had fallen in love with the first minute I saw her. With her long, flowing brown hair, deep brown eyes, incredible legs and breasts, she captivated me. She towered over me physically and emotionally. I was always the bread winner, the guy in charge, the executive, but at home, Suzanne was always in charge. She ran the household, our finances, and every aspect of our daily lives even telling me what clothes to wear, what food to eat, what books to read. I loved it and it wasn't so much her dominating me as it was me wanting to make her happy. She stroked my hair as I cried into her lap kneeling in front her as she sat on the couch. In a soft almost hypnotic voice, she told me that she loved me too, but that I didn't please her sexually. How could a man with a four inch cock when it was rock hard expect to possibly please a woman like her she asked me? I felt ashamed, humiliated, and inadequate and began to weep more. I told her I wanted nothing more than to love her and please her and have her in my life whatever that meant. Stroking my hair almost like a pet, she asked what I proposed to solve the problem since I obviously couldn't grow a bigger dick. And so to my own undoing, I was the one who suggested at first and then pleaded that she take a lover on. Oh I guess at first in my mind I didn't see the whole picture and see what would eventually develop. I was merely thinking that it would solve the immediate problem. I never imagined it would lead us down the path to where we now live. That night, as if she had coaxed it out of me even though I was the one who suggested it, Suzanne acquiesced and agreed to take a lover. Her conditions at first were simple. She would find him, they would meet outside the house whenever she felt the need and our life would go on as normal as possible. I of course agreed, and little by little the changes happened. It drove me crazy when I knew she was going out even though she would give me a vague idea but never come out and say it, only say that she was 'going out.' Those times alone with her out I would become more and more obsessive about pleasing her, and attempting to profess my love for her. I cooked, cleaned, shopped, kept the house up, did laundry, making it possible for Suzanne to never lift a finger to do anything in our home. Sexually things seemed to improve a bit. She seemed to want sex more, but with a twist. I was relegated to licking her pussy, or sucking on her toes, licking her ass. More and more humiliating things followed. It was as if Suzanne was trying to find some imaginary line that she wanted to push me over. I never asked for intercourse because I knew it would never be granted. So after I was finished whatever humiliating thing she wanted performed, I was usually allowed to cum by playing with myself but I always had to use a condom as Suzanne didn't want a mess around her bedroom as she referred to it. I never asked her about her lover or lovers, but it was killing me inside. I wanted to know, I needed to know. One night after and exhaustive hour and a half licking Suzanne's pussy, I lay with my head cradled between her legs inches from her soft, puffy, swollen, shaved pussy lips I asked her. She stroked my head and told me that if I wanted disclosure that it would change things. It would mean that she would want to include him in our daily life which up to this point she had kept him out of. She asked me if I was man enough to accept that burden and if my love for her was that deep. It was a mix of emotions like I had never experienced, hurt, anger, depression, curiosity, excitement, love all mixed into one. I told her yes, I loved her that much. There in the flickering candle light she told me about him. His name was Thomas; he was a lawyer that represented her real estate agency on occasion. She told me he was thirty five, six foot four, and ex football player in college, had sandy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a gorgeous eight inch cock. The more she went on, the more mixed my feelings became. She talked about him like he was some sort of god. On and on she went. I guess this is what I asked for, and so now I had to live with it. The next month was a blur of Suzanne going out with Thomas and coming home to tell me about it. Now she would tell me where they were going, what they were going to do, and she even enlisted my help in helping her get ready for her dates. Her dates which at first lasted only a couple of hours, now turned into eight or ten hour marathons and on a couple of occasions lasted several days. My libido surged during this time, always wondering where they were and what they were up to. One night, while I was home alone my email beeped letting me know I had an email. It was from an address I didn't recognize and when I opened it I was shocked by the image on the screen. Suzanne half looked at the screen sitting naked with a huge cock in her mouth, the caption read, 'hope you're having as much fun as I am!' One night while we were eating dinner, our doorbell rang. I answered the door to find a tall, blonde man standing in the doorway asking for Suzanne. My breath was almost cut short as I realized that this was Thomas whom I had never seen or met before and here he was standing in our doorway. I apologized for being flustered and invited him to come in. I got Suzanne from the dining room and told her she had a visitor. She smiled and went into the living room, giving Thomas a big hug and a very wet kiss. I stood there meekly not really knowing what to do or say. As they broke their embrace, Suzanne told me to get them each a glass of wine and clean the dinner dishes up. Like an obedient child I followed her orders to the tee. As I stood at the sink wearing my yellow Playtex gloves doing the dishes, my mind raced and I wondered what was going on in the other room. When all the dishes were dried and put away I went into the living room and saw Suzanne sitting on the couch, her blouse unbuttoned and Thomas playing with her tits as she stroked his massive cock. Taken aback does not adequately describe how I felt standing there watching this sight unfold. Suzanne looked at me and told me to go turn the bed down. I moved as if I were a zombie having an out of body experience. I did as instructed and soon the two of them were in the bedroom undressing each other, Suzanne told me that would be all and I could out and catch a movie. Yeah right, I was going to be able to concentrate on a movie while my wife was home in our bed fucking another man! But that's what I did, I went to the mall and watched a movie that I couldn't tell you the name of if you held a gun to my head. When it was over I hurried home surprised to see Thomas's BMW still parked in the driveway. I let myself in and spotted Suzanne in the kitchen getting two glasses of wine. She was wearing a black sheer robe that I had bought her for hour honeymoon. She sat down on a kitchen chair and pointed for me to kneel next to her in my usual position. I knelt and she stroked my hair, her hypnotic voice luring me into a surreal state. She asked me if I liked what I had seen tonight and I knew she wasn't talking about the movie. I told her yes, it aroused me very much. She smiled and told me she was glad because I would be seeing a lot more of it in the future. She took the two glasses of wine and headed upstairs, as she climbed the stairs, she looked back over her shoulder and told me she'd see me in the morning. That night as I went to the spare bedroom to sleep I found an envelope with my name on it taped to the mirror. I opened it and read Suzanne's neat curling script: My pet, I'm glad you liked what you witnessed tonight. From this point forward our lives will be forever changed. I know deep down inside how much you love me and how much you want only one thing, my total and complete happiness. I love knowing that I have a man in my life who is that dedicated and in love with me. Thomas satisfies me in ways you can't my pet, but you provide for me and satisfy me in other ways. So now that our lives have changed and will forever change I thought I would make the transition easier for you and more enjoyable for Thomas and me. So here's how things will change: 1.You are to shave all the hair from your body tonight and always keep it shaved from this point forward 2.You are to be naked at all times in the house unless instructed otherwise by Thomas or myself. 3.This is now your room. Thomas will be moving in and sharing my bedroom with me. 4.You will address Thomas as Sir at all times and you will address me as Miss Suzanne. 5.From this day forward, your main purpose in life will be to serve Thomas and myself in any way we see fit. This means physically, financially, or otherwise without question. 6.You will only speak when spoken to. You will continue to prepare all meals, do all housework, and provide for our comfort. 7.There is a packet of papers in the top drawer of the desk which you need to sign. These papers in effect sign all your property and assets over to me as of today's date and appoint me power of attorney over you. 8.Your sexual release will be at my discretion. 9.If you do not agree to any of these conditions, Thomas has drawn up divorce papers which I will serve to you in the morning. Otherwise, we'll have breakfast in bed at ten a.m. Love Suzanne That was it, my life was changing and the conditions were being dictated by Suzanne. I read the letter, and re-read the letter time and again, coming to the same conclusion time after time, I loved Suzanne unconditionally and more than anything on the face of this earth and would do anything for her. Taking the pen from the top drawer, I signed the papers, went to bed and looked forward to my new life which would begin tomorrow. My New Life part two by cuckytoher I stood naked at the entrance to my wife and her lover's bedroom with two breakfast trays and tapped lightly. Suzanne told me to enter and as I did the view was incredible. Suzanne lay naked with her head on Thomas's chest cuddled up like a honeymoon couple. I served both of them breakfast and stood meekly at the foot of the bed. I felt embarrassed and humiliated; here I was standing naked and shaved at the foot of my wife's bed while she lay in post coital bliss with her new lover. They ate their breakfast watching TV and snickering at some private joke between the two of them. When they were finished with breakfast Suzanne commanded me to clear their trays and then come back for further instructions. I obediently did as was instructed and once again found myself standing at the foot of their bed. Suzanne propped herself up on her pillows her beautiful breasts popping out over the sheets. "Well there my pet, I see you've agreed to all the terms in the letter or else you wouldn't be standing there." "Yes Miss Suzanne." I replied, looking into the eyes of the only woman I had ever loved. "Well here's the deal. Now that you've read the letter and signed the papers, you're ours." As she spoke Thomas got out of bed to go to the bathroom and I couldn't help noticing his huge cock flopping in the breeze. He smirked and stopped right in front of me looking down at me, "See something you like?" "I...I...was just admiring your cock Sir." They both laughed. "Well don't worry you'll have plenty of opportunity to do that!" He continued on to the bathroom and Suzanne resumed her conversation with me. "Thomas as you know is a lawyer, he is currently representing a conglomerate that is in the process of taking over your firm. He's let me in on a little secret too. As of tomorrow, when the acquisition is complete, there'll be some restructuring and you'll find yourself without a job. You don't even need to go to work tomorrow since it's your last day and there's no sense in you going in just to be laid off." She said all this as if she was enjoying it, giving me the news that as of Friday I would be unemployed and I had just signed everything I owned in the world including power of attorney over to her last night. "But Miss Suzanne, I don't understand." Suzanne jumped up and slapped me hard across the face. "Apparently you didn't understand the part of the letter last night that stated you'll only speak when spoken to. Now stand there and don't say another word until I finish." She lay back down and covered herself up. "So you'll have plenty of time on your hands and your new job will be to keep this house clean and make sure Thomas and I are happy and satisfied. Since you now have no money, personal belongings or any rights whatsoever you had better serve us well or I swear at the first sign of unhappiness on either of our parts I'll throw your ass out on the street." I stood there still trying to take it all in as Thomas sauntered back into the room and flopped back into bed planting a big wet kiss on Suzanne. "I was just telling our little pet here about his impending job loss and his new role as our little bitch boy!" They both squealed with delight and hugged each other. Thomas looked at me and in a very firm tone said, "Listen it's pretty easy, you do what you're told when you're told and there won't be any problems. You disobey and there will be punishment. We expect one thing, total obedience without question is that clear?" It wasn't a question. "Yes sir." I said as obediently as I could. Suzanne then instructed me to start on the laundry and told me when I was finished with that I was to go to Thomas's condo and move the entire contents with the exception of the furniture over to our house. Then just like that, they began making love and I figured I was dismissed. I did several loads of laundry, then went to a U-Haul store and rented a truck and went to Thomas's apartment and let myself in with the key Suzanne had given me. I couldn't believe the task I had in front of me. First of all, the condo was a mess which would require me to clean it before I even began moving things. Secondly there was dirty laundry all over which meant as I was cleaning and packing I would have to do laundry too. For four solid hours I worked and toiled like never before. Finally 10 pm I pulled into our driveway and began unloading Thomas's items into the house. Suzanne and Thomas weren't home but there was a note on the table in Suzanne's familiar handwriting. My pet, Thomas and I are out to dinner and shopping, we may not be home tonight. Remove all your clothes from the bedroom closet and dressers and replace them with Thomas's. You can put all your clothes in the trash as you won't need them anymore; I've taken the liberty of buying you some new clothes to wear. Put all the other items in the garage until we decide where we want things and we'll instruct you at that time. As for your new clothes, you'll find three packages on your bed, labeled one, two and three. Inside package number one, you'll find the outfit that you're to wear around the house and you are to wear this tonight while you're moving Thomas's stuff into the house. Package number two contains some items which you are to wear also around the house; they will be self explanatory to you. And finally, package number three contains a few outfits for you to wear if you need to leave the house. Hope you have a good time moving! See you in the morning... Miss Suzanne. Making my way to the bedroom I eyed the three packages and opened the first one. Inside was a pink lace and sheer baby doll with spaghetti straps. It was a pretty lace baby doll that had a floral lace stretch bodice and a skirt of sheer net and lace panels with a matching G-string. I took it out of the box and held it up. Then I stripped of my clothes and put on my new outfit. In the second box I found to my distress, pink nail polish, lipstick, other makeup, and to my astonishment, a long platinum blonde glamour girl wig. I knew I would be in trouble if I disobeyed their orders so I took the contents of the second box and headed for the bathroom. It took me a full thirty minutes to get my fingernails and toenails painted, the makeup on, and the wig fitted correctly. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw an image staring back at me that I almost didn't recognize. There I stood, totally shaved from head to toe, wearing the pink baby doll, the long blonde platinum wig, with pink fingernails and toenails, pink lipstick, rouge, and pancake makeup, complete with eyeliner and eye shadow. And to top if all off my tiny cock was as hard as a rock. I had always been fascinated by cuckolding and serving, but now my life had come full circle and here I was standing in the middle of my fantasy and very excited about it. I went out to the truck and backed it up as tightly as I could to the garage door so none of the neighbors could see as I unloaded Thomas's belongings. I worked furiously, and after about an hour all his things were in the garage and his clothes took the place mine formally occupied in the bedroom. I finally collapsed in my bed in the spare room at about three in the morning. I was exhausted, excited, humiliated and curious to know what else was in store for me. I awoke in my bed the next morning to the sounds of snickering. Opening my eyes I could see Suzanne and Thomas standing in the doorway laughing at me. I still had the baby doll and the wig on and they began to make out, Suzanne telling me they would be in the bedroom and would call for me when they wanted me. Groggily I got out of bed and made myself some coffee. I began to clean the house and go about my duties, I heard Suzanne screaming in pleasure from what I remembered to be her orgasm and then silence. She summoned me to their room. I hurried and stood by the foot of the bed watching the two of them ignore me while they kissed and whispered in each others ear. Finally, they broke their embrace and Suzanne and Thomas focused their attention on me and began laughing. "Well don't you look pretty in your little baby doll?" Suzanne said as her and Thomas burst out laughing. "I think that's what we'll call you from now on, Baby Doll!" Again they both burst out laughing. I was standing there feeling humiliated, excited and embarrassed but more than anything aroused. Before I could tell what was happening I could feel a warm, wet sensation between my thighs and looked down to see I had cum all over myself. Suzanne pointed and squealed with laughter, "Look! Baby Doll came all over himself, just standing there while we talk to him! No one even touched him and he came all over himself!" They both roared with laughter as I could feel my face turning crimson red with embarrassment. After they had calmed down from their amusement, I found myself standing there mortified. It's one thing to be excited and know your role when you're sexually excited, but once you have an orgasm all of that leaves your body and you're forced to stand there totally stripped of any dignity or pride. It's then that you know the true meaning of a being a cuckold. My New Life "Listen Baby Doll, so far you've been a good little cuckold and have done everything as instructed. As we go along down this road some instructions will seem harder for you to follow and some may make you want disobey, but you won't. You're a true cuckold, and you'll obey and follow whatever instructions we give is that understood?" "Yes Miss Suzanne, I'm glad I've pleased you up to this point. It's my love for you that keeps me going." I know I shouldn't have said that, it was an intimate emotion, a feeling that should've been shared between just the two of us, but I had admitted it in front of her and her lover. "Did you hear that honey? Baby Doll loves me so much that he'll do anything to please me." They both laughed and I watched as her hand slid beneath the covers and began stroking Thomas's huge cock. "Yea, that's so sweet!" Thomas said, with a smirk on his face. "Well don't worry Baby Doll in time we'll test the limits of your love." He turned and launched into a deep passionate kiss with Suzanne as she waved her hand at me to dismiss me from their presence. My New Life part three by cuckytoher The next few weeks seemed to fly by and I was kept busy with chores and duties and on average I slept what seemed to be about four hours a night. Miss Suzanne had ordered me to completely empty my bedroom out and to paint it pink. She also ordered new furniture for my bedroom and I was humiliated when I assembled it. It was a pink four poster canopied bed with a pink chest to keep my clothes in. My clothes, which were another thing, consisted of the outfit I've already described which I had to wear around the house. I had two other outfits, one was a pink velour tracksuit and pink sneakers and the other which was my 'formal' or 'dress' outfit consisting of female gray slacks and a pink blouse. Needless to say when I had to go out on a daily basis I was mortified to bee seen in the pink velour tracksuit and pink sneakers. As I strutted through the grocery store I tried to keep my head down so as not to make eye contact with people I might know or recognize. Miss Suzanne forbade me from wearing a hat of any kind, so I always walked with my head down. I could hear snickers and jeers when I ran their errands to the cleaners or the hardware store. Most embarrassing was when Thomas had me go to a liquor store/bar which was owned by a friend of his. I hated walking into the bar full of guys in my pink tracksuit and procuring their alcohol. Sometimes, the owner would make me stand there and wait for fifteen or twenty minutes before he waited on me. One night after I had painted my room and folded my clothes and put them in the chest, Miss Suzanne summoned me to her room. I knelt and she extended her foot which I knew was my cue to get the lotion and give her a foot massage. I proceeded to warm the lotion in my hands and massage her feet. She talked to me and told me how excited she was to be embarking on this new life with Thomas. She told me both her and Thomas were pleased up to this point with my service. I bowed my head and thanked her for her generosity and told her that my only reason for existing was to serve her because I truly loved her that much. She snickered and pulled a gift wrapped package from behind her and handed it to me. She told me to unwrap it and see what was inside. I delicately pulled the bow off and unwrapped the package. Inside was a life like, flesh colored mold of Thomas's erect penis and balls. "Go ahead, take it out and look at it. Isn't it wonderful! It looks just like Thomas's magnificent cock and balls." She leaned back and brushed her hair off her shoulders. I knelt there holding it in my hand not quite knowing what to say. Miss Suzanne broke the silence, "Baby Doll I thought this would be a perfect way for you to pay homage to Thomas. I want you to put it on the chest in your room and each night before you go to bed you're to get on your knees and pray to it. And, I thought what better way to show even more devotion than if you came up with the prayer yourself." I tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible as I muttered, "Yes Miss Suzanne it would be an honor." I stood up and took the package to my room and placed it on my pink chest, the only other piece of furniture in the room aside from my bed. I know how this all must sound as you read it, but I have to say it was a journey that I was taking and it was happening one step at a time. It was as if I was headed down a dark tunnel putting one foot in front of the other going slowly and feeling my way and before I knew it I was too far down the tunnel to realize where I was or even think about turning back. It was eroticism mixed with humiliation, servitude, degradation, emasculation, but above all love. Yes, love that was the driving force. Love like an addiction to the strongest drug on the planet. A love so deep and so strong that I was past the point of questioning any command or request made of me. I loved her so much and I wanted her to experience such happiness that all that mattered was that I was still in her life in some way shape or form. There is nothing in the world stronger than love, it will make you do anything and stoop to any level truly putting the other person before yourself. The first night I sucked Thomas's cock was another step in the journey. I knew it was coming, expected it, and yes, even looked forward to it at times. And then the night came. Thomas had been out of town for a few days on business and Miss Suzanne was very excited at the prospect of his return. I was ordered to prepare a lavish candlelight dinner for the two of them. After dinner, I curtsied in my pink baby doll and served them dessert which they said they'd be taking upstairs. Miss Suzanne instructed me to come to her bedroom after I was finished with the dishes. Upon entering their room I noticed Miss Suzanne on the bed wearing a naughty camisole smiling as I heard the shower running. She motioned for me to get on my knees and told me that tonight I would show Thomas how much I was not only devoted to her, but to him too. Thomas emerged from the bathroom wearing just a silk bathroom, his huge flaccid cock hung limp and swayed between his legs. Miss Suzanne moved towards the side of the bed and told Thomas to stop and stand there and that I had a surprise for him. She nodded at me and said, "Go ahead, show Thomas how much you love us both!" Taking his cock in my hands I could feel the heat and the size amazed me. I stroked his cock a couple of times and then placed a kiss on the tip and began to suck. Thomas placed his hand on the back of my platinum blonde wig and guided my head on and off his shaft. I could feel him growing larger in my mouth, and I tried in vain to remember when I'd had my cock sucked and what felt good. I was conscious to be slow and not nick him with my teeth. I continued in a rhythmic motion and began to cup his massive balls. He was growing larger and larger in my mouth and I could taste his pre cum in my mouth. Miss Suzanne was squealing in pleasure as I sucked her man's cock. From the corner of my eye I could see her hand between her legs playing with herself. After what seemed like eternity, Thomas pushed me back onto the floor and hopped on the bed taking his place between Miss Suzanne's legs. They embraced and exchanged a wet, sloppy kiss and Miss Suzanne dismissed me as had become so familiar with the wave of her hand. I made my way back to my room and cried into my pillow. I must've fallen asleep because an hour or so later I awoke and sensed someone watching me in the darkening room. Two silhouetted figures stood in my doorway, blinking my eyes I soon realized it was Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas watching me. Nervously, I jumped out of bed and knelt before them apologizing for having fallen asleep. "Oh that's okay Baby Doll, Thomas and I were busy anyway! We thought we'd come to your room and see you pray to Thomas's cock." She hugged Thomas and they both laughed. "So let's hear your prayer and it better be good." I made my way over to the chest and bowed my head, kissing the tip of the replica of Thomas's cock and began to recite: 'Now I lay me down to bed with thoughts of this beautiful cock in my head I live to serve and for my sake I pray to Thomas my wife he'll take' When I was finished I bowed again and kissed the tip of the replica and remained kneeling with my head bowed. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas squeezed each other and snickered. "Very good Baby Doll!" Miss Suzanne said, patting me on the head. Sir Thomas reached over and lifted my chin up to look directly in his eyes. Kneeling there at my Master and Mistresses feet, after having just said a prayer to his cock I cannot describe the extreme humiliation coursing through my veins. Along with humiliation, I felt arousal and excitement and as I stared at his limp cock, I felt a shudder race through my body and before I realized what was happening, I felt my cock explode. My owners laughed and with his finger under my chin still forcing me to stare into his eyes, Sir Thomas said, "Nice prayer Baby Doll, now clean up your mess – with your tongue and we'll see you at breakfast in the morning." Shutting off the light, I was left kneeling to find my own cum with my tongue and clean it up, and then I crawled into bed and went to sleep. The next morning Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas appeared in the kitchen while I was preparing their breakfast which was highly unusual since I always served them breakfast in bed. Smiling, they each took their places at the table as I served coffee and breakfast. Miss Suzanne produced yet another package much like the other one and handed it to me. "Here Baby Doll we've bought you another present! We're spoiling you!" I took the package, thanking her and untie the bow and unwrapped the package. Lifting the top from the box, I peered inside to find an identical replica of the last present I received with a twist. It was a flesh colored rubberized replica of Thomas's cock and balls except at the base of the balls was a screw on cap. Miss Suzanne informed me that from this point forward I was to take all my meals from this. I looked at her confused and she further explained that the screw off top revealed a hollow cock and balls and that I was to put all my food in a blender and pour the concoction into it, and at the other end, the tip of the penis, had a hole where I could suck all my food through. "We thought since we call you Baby Doll, it was only fitting that you have a baby bottle to drink from! Plus, it will give you great practice at sucking Thomas's cock which I'm told you're already pretty good at!" I knelt and thanked both of them once again professing my love for Miss Suzanne and this time for Sir Thomas. Then I stood, and unscrewed the cap and poured my oatmeal into the large cock and balls and began to suck on it like a baby drinking from a bottle. My New Life part four by cuckytoher So much had happened in the past few months that sometimes I wake up in the morning and my head is spinning. A few short months ago I was a high powered executive with a six figure salary, a beautiful wife, a nice home, and a deep burning desire to be a cuckold husband. I wake up in my pink canopied bed, with my small pink chest at the foot of the bed with a life size model of Sir Thomas's cock and balls on it, which I pray to every night. In the kitchen there is another replica of Sir Thomas's cock and balls made of rubber that I must pour all my food into and suck it like a baby drinking from a bottle. I've been completely feminized and am forced to wear a pink Baby Doll complete with a platinum blonde wig. I have lost my job and am now relegated to serving Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas's every need and whim. My emotions range from heartbreak to jealousy to anger to excitement, to love. And through it all I continue on the journey because I love her that much. I've become proficient in all manner of household duties. I cook, I clean, I do laundry, and housework, manicures and pedicures, massages. You name it I do it. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas need not lift a finger around the house; they want for nothing because I'm there to give it to them. And the humiliation continues to thrill me. They seem to delight in the endless ways to humiliate me. Take the other night for example, after dinner Miss Suzanne said while I cleaned the dishes her and Sir Thomas were going to the bedroom. She told me I'd find a box on my bed with an outfit in it and I was to put in on and come to their bedroom. I finished the dishes hurriedly wondering what lay in store for me. Inside the box on the bed was a pink cheerleader's outfit with pink pom poms. I put the outfit on and took the pom poms and made my way to the master bedroom. As I walked in they both broke out in laughter. Miss Suzanne told me she thought it would be fun for me to cheer Sir Thomas on as he was fucking her and told me to let them see my best cheers. I had no idea what to do so I started shaking the pom poms and moving around. Sir Thomas got out of bed and grabbed a belt and started swinging it and hitting my ass and legs which made me jump around more and caused Miss Suzanne to laugh and cheer him on. I began to cheer him on and spell his name out like I had heard cheerleaders do in high school and finally when he was satisfied the beating stopped. He returned to the bed and they fell into a hot embrace and began making love while I continued cheering from the foot of the bed. I cheered for a solid hour until they came in huge explosion of passion. Miss Suzanne told me I could stop crawl between her legs and clean up Sir Thomas's cum from her soaking pussy. Meekly, I obeyed and when she was satisfied she took Sir Thomas's limp, glistening, very big cock in her hand and told me the job wasn't done yet. I licked and sucked Sir Thomas's cock until he pushed me aside and told me to go get them some drinks and run a shower for him. After serving them drinks, Sir Thomas made his way to the shower and told me to follow. He instructed me to strip get into the shower and wash him. This was a first, but I obediently took off my cheerleader's outfit and climbed into the shower and began to soap up his muscular body. He pushed me to my knees and told me to soap his cock and balls. I began to wash his private area and he took his cock and slapped me repeatedly in the face telling me how I was his to with as he pleased. That I was nothing more to him than a piece of property and that if it wasn't for Miss Suzanne I'd be out on the street with nothing. Roughly he took his cock and forced it into my mouth and grabbed my head and guided it on and off his huge shaft until I could feel him starting to cum. A rush of hot liquid coated my mouth and throat as he shot his load and I swallowed every drop. He left me kneeling in the shower as he got out and went to join Miss Suzanne in the living room. I hung my head and wondered what had become of me and where I was headed. My servitude continued and somewhere deep inside me I kept convincing myself that it was out of my love for my wife. In reality she had ceased being my wife long ago. We never did couple things anymore, it was common knowledge amongst our circle of friends that she and Sir Thomas were an item and that he attended all the social occasions that I used to attend with her. In reality, I was no more than a slave to their lust and passion. They say everyone's perception is their reality, and in my perception I was being a good and loving husband taking care of my wife's needs. Oh I knew deep inside what everyone else saw and what they must have thought of me. I heard the snickers and jeers as I made my way through our small town running errands wearing my pink velour tracksuit. I have to admit there was an excitement that threaded into the fabric of my daily life. I was constantly aroused to be dressed however they wanted me, knowing that I was being humiliated and at the same time the humiliation excited me. During this whole time the one thing that Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas never really cared about was how, when or if I had any kind of sexual release. They left it up to me. I could cum whenever I wanted which was a real double edged sword. On the one hand if I came when I was excited, the moment I ejaculated I was no longer in that state of excitement and serving and being humiliated became harder to deal with. On the other hand, the longer I held out the more subservient I became. I tried to wait until what I thought was a convenient time to cum such as late at night while they were sleeping, but it never failed that the moment I came I would be summoned to their room to perform some degrading sexual act. It wasn't until later that I found out they had installed hidden cameras throughout the house including in my room. So I was constantly being watched and monitored, which led to more excitement when I had an orgasm, knowing they may or may not be watching me. Constantly being on camera made me super aware of my appearance and my actions around the house. I found myself becoming even more subservient with the knowledge that I was possibly being watched. Finding myself on my knees scrubbing tiny corners of the floor that I probably otherwise would've overlooked. At night I would sometimes try to put on a 'show' to entertain my Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas hoping they were watching. I would go to my room and make love to my pillow as if it were a woman shooting my load all over it and then sleeping on it for their amusement. The two of them took to tormenting me even more once they viewed my little shows, sometimes forcing me to perform for them in person. One night while they lounged around the living room watching a movie, Miss Suzanne instructed me to inflate a blow up doll she had purchased for me and make love to it while they laughed and derided me. Her only instructions were that I was not to cum until the movie was over, so there I was forced to make out and fondle a plastic blow up doll, fucking it until I was ready to ejaculate and then stop. The constant arousal had me almost in tears wanting to cum. Finally when the movie ended I looked to them for permission to cum, and Miss Suzanne told me to crawl over and suck Sir Thomas hard for her. After bringing him to his full hardness she literally took matters into her own hands and continued to suck him off. They then ordered me to finish making love to my doll and told me to be very vocal telling it I loved it and kissing and sucking on it while I shot my load into the plastic pussy of the doll. They both became hysterical with laughter and ordered me to clean the doll's pussy with my tongue which provided even more cause for humiliation for me and laughter for them. My New Life part five by cuckytoher After a cruel and humiliating night of cleaning my cum from a plastic blow up doll I'd fucked, I awoke in my bed with my pacifier which is another life size replica of Sir Thomas's cock in my mouth. I must keep this in my mouth when I sleep at night as a pacifier and a reminder of my master's dominance over me. I scurried to the kitchen and prepared my breakfast and placed it in my bottle/cock replica of Thomas's cock that I must use to take all nourishment. I prepared Miss Suzanne's breakfast as Sir Thomas was out of town for a few days returning tonight. As she ate her breakfast lounging on the bed watching television, I knelt at the foot of the bed massaging lotion on her feet. She smiled down at me and asked if I was happy with the way things have turned out. I must admit I had a mixture of emotions running through me at that point. Here I was on my knees, naked and shaved rubbing lotion into my wife's feet while she wanted to know if I was happy that she had taken a lover and they completely dominated my life. Excitement, fear, jealousy, humiliation, arousal, all raced through my veins, but above all love. Love for the only woman I ever cared for topped the list. And so I answered the only way I could think of, I answered from the heart. My New Life "My happiness is directly proportional to your happiness. All I have ever wanted since we met was for you to be happy. I love you that much and more, having you in my life in any capacity is better than not having you at all. To know that every crumb I pick up, every towel I fold, allows you to spend more time with Sir Thomas and that makes you happy, therefore makes me ecstatic. My love for you knows no bounds, and no limits that I know of, and therefore I would do anything to make you happy." She smiled down at me, stretched and her gorgeous breasts popped up above the sheet and I immediately began to get aroused. She motioned for me to take the tray and I scampered around to the side of the bed and removed it and she swung her legs to the side of the bed in a sitting position. She smirked when she saw my tiny fully erect cock in response to her nakedness. "Oh Baby Doll, look at you all excited looking at you mistresses beautiful body! And I'm honored by your response to my question. It pleases me to know I have a husband who adores me so." She reached over to the night stand and removed small box and handed it to me. "Baby Doll this is a gift from me and Thomas to you." As I slowly opened the box she continued. "I had your wedding ring melted down and I had this made for you from it. It's a golden replica charm of Thomas's cock and balls on a gold chain that you can wear as a necklace, to match your other replicas. We thought you should wear it around your neck at all times as a sign of your servitude to us, but I guess you said it best a minute ago, as a sign of your love for me!" With that, she took the chain and put the necklace around my neck. It was a gorgeous necklace that didn't hang low enough for a shirt to cover it and would therefore always be visible to anyone. I bowed my head and thanked her and kissed her feet and told her once again how much I loved her. She seemed to be in an amorous and teasing mood this morning as she had me kneel there, naked with my legs spread shaved head to toe wearing nothing more than the necklace and she played with my balls with her feet. Tossing them around she laughed when I got hard and pre cum started oozing from my cock. Her feet moved faster and harder until she was almost kicking me in the balls. As my tiny erect cock flopped about, my balls hurt terribly and I wanted desperately to cum. I begged her to cum and she only laughed harder. "I'll tell you what Baby Doll, if you can cum while I play with your balls with my feet without touching your cock you have my permission to cum, otherwise my answer is no!" She continued to play and kick them getting rougher and as she did her breasts bounced more. I felt myself staring at her breasts, becoming consumed with them and how perfect they were and how brown and big and beautiful her nipples were and in an instant I shot my load all over her feet and legs. She laughed and berated me telling me what a wimp I was for having an orgasm without even touching my cock. Then she told me to lean over and get busy cleaning her feet and legs with my tongue. As I bent forward and began licking my cum from her feet and legs she picked up the phone and called Sir Thomas and told him the whole story, pausing to tell me his responses and direct me to lick or clean a certain spot better. The two of them chatted and she laughed and cooed into the phone like they were high school sweethearts. Finally, she told him she had to get going and as they were about to hang up she said, "Okay honey I love you too!" My heart sank and the breath left my body as if someone had kicked me in the solar plexus. My head snapped up and I did a double take. Miss Suzanne noticed my reaction. "Oh Baby Doll are you upset because you heard me tell Thomas I loved him?" "Well I love you and I thought you loved me....I uh mean I uh" "Oh Baby Doll calm down now, don't start crying like a little girl! Now you know I love you, you're my husband. Of course a wife loves her husband. But you and I have a special relationship as man and wife. It's a relationship built on your love and devotion to me and my happiness. And there are all different kinds of love. There's a love a parent has for their children, a love siblings have for each other, a love between friends, and yes a love between a man and a wife, but there's a also a sexual love between people. A love that is grown out of a sexual relationship between two people who also deeply care about each other and that's the relationship that Thomas and I have. Now you know it's possible to love two different people in different ways. I love you and I love Thomas but I love you both in different ways. You provide me a deep caring love but you don't satisfy me sexually in the way Thomas does; Thomas satisfies me sexually and has a body that won't quit. I love him in a hunky, sexy, boyfriend way. Now you're going to have to get used to us showing affection to each other as well as having phenomenal sex. And yes, we will tell each other we love each other in front of you. Do you understand all that?" What could I say? It made sense as she explained it and the way she explained it, but on some level I still felt incredibly threatened and jealous, and vulnerable and hurt. I began to cry and she pulled me towards her and cradled my head in her lap. "There, there, Baby Doll it's okay. Everything will be fine and in time you'll learn to accept all this and even embrace it. Now as long as you keep dong the great job you've been doing and keep serving Thomas and me things will be fine. Now you need to run and start getting dinner ready, I'm so excited that Thomas is coming home tonight and I haven't had sex in what seems like forever. So make sure you have a special dinner and you can go to bed early as we won't need you tonight, but if we do we'll wake you!" And with that, she dismissed me. I had a ton of work to do before Sir Thomas's return home. As I scrubbed the toilet in their bedroom I stood up and caught my reflection in the mirror with the necklace around my neck and wondered where this road would lead. Perhaps Miss Suzanne was right I would come to love and embrace this lifestyle. My New Life part six by cuckytoher One morning after breakfast after I had served Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas their breakfast and I stood at the kitchen sink doing dishes with my cock/bottle in my mouth taking my morning nourishment, Miss Suzanne called me into the living room. I went in still sucking on my cock/bottle wearing my pink baby doll, heels, platinum blonde wig and makeup. They both laughed at me as I entered the room as they loved to see me sucking on my cock/bottle and my cock/pacifier all constant reminders that I loved to suck Sir Thomas's cock. As I stood before them Miss Suzanne snuggled up to Sir Thomas's chest and was rubbing her hand over his crotch. "Baby Doll, we're having a Christmas party tomorrow night for a few of Thomas's premier and most important clients. Oh don't worry they are all aware of you and of our lifestyle. Your job is going to prepare all the food, and act as a server throughout the night. Now, if you're good, Thomas and I will have a little Christmas present for you at the end of the party. I've left a list in your bedroom of the hours d'oeuvres and liquor we want served so you'll have to go do some shopping today and get cooking first thing in the morning." As she talked, she had unzipped Sir Thomas's pants and was now fondling his semi erect cock. What a sight that must have been, my wife sitting on the couch with her lover stroking his semi erect cock, while I, her husband stood there shaved head to toe, dressed in a baby doll with a platinum blonde wig sucking on a replica of her lover's cock. Sir Thomas smiled and looked up at me and spoke. "Baby Doll Miss Suzanne ordered a nice new outfit for you to wear, and we think our guests will love it. Now I know I don't need to remind you that these are very special guests and some of my most prized clients, so their wish is your command. Your most important job tomorrow night is to make sure they're happy." I bowed my head, removed my cock/bottle from my mouth and said, "I will do whatever it takes to make your guests happy Sir Thomas. My love for Miss Suzanne and for you knows no bounds. I love you both more than life itself and will do whatever it takes to make the both of you happy." There, I had said it. Up until this point I had only spoken of my love for Miss Suzanne but never for Sir Thomas. But after our conversation the other night, I knew that Miss Suzanne loved Sir Thomas and therefore I needed to love him too. I know that sounds weird to the 'normal' person, but those of us who really understand cuckolding knows that it does not fit into 'normal' behavior. But I assure you if you're into cuckolding, telling your wife's lover you love him is as normal as the sun coming up. It's because you love her so much you want her to be happy no matter what. Since he makes her happy and she loves him, you know you must love him too; you must make both of them happy as a further extension of your cuckolding. They both smiled at each other and dismissed me to go do my shopping and preparations for the party. I donned my pink tracksuit and went to the grocery story and the liquor store and was greeted with strange looks as people checked out my necklace with the gold replica of Sir Thomas's cock. It was my role and I humbly accepted it. Driving about town running errands I couldn't help wonder what they had in store for me tomorrow night and what the treat would be at the end of the party. My life had come so far, since my days of dreary, boring, executive work in boardrooms. Now my life was never boring, and I spent my days in total servitude to my masters and my only goal in life was to make them happy and please them. It was a very simple life and I grew to love it more and more each day. Gone were the worries of being promoted or making a bigger paycheck, the whole rat race thing was replaced by a simple life of love and servitude for two people that literally and figuratively controlled my life and every move in it. I was totally dependent on them, so if I did something that displeased them I knew I was only one infraction away from them kicking me out on the street where I would have nowhere to go and nothing to do. This realization always lay beneath the surface and spurned me on to do serve at the highest level I could attain. I was up early the next day while Sir Thomas was at work and Miss Suzanne went to the beauty parlor. I was very busy around the house making sure everything was right for the party and getting the food and alcohol all set to go. Miss Suzanne came home first and looked stunning! She had her hair and nails done and she was more beautiful than ever. Sir Thomas came home shortly thereafter and gave Miss Suzanne a long, slow, deep kiss, then stripped off his clothes in the living room where they stood and said he was going to take a shower. He caught me stealing a glance at his cock and gave me a look that made me cringe. "You looking at my cock Baby Doll? Well maybe you'd like to taste it?" He pointed to the ground and I immediately fell to my knees. Miss Suzanne squealed with pleasure as he took my head and forcibly pushed his already hardening member into it. I sucked on him as he guided my head back and forth over his shaft. His cock tasted very salty and I could tell he had just come from the gym and hadn't showered yet. Back and forth my head bobbed on and off his shaft while Miss Suzanne laughed and clapped at the display of dominant masculinity her lover was exhibiting over her husband. I must admit that I was growing excited too. I could feel my tiny cock hardening beneath me. Without warning he grabbed my head and held it still as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. In a moment I felt his hot load being shot into the back of my throat as he groaned and I tried to swallow all of it. I was successful and was able to swallow every drop of his warm load. He pushed me back onto the floor when he was done and headed to the shower. Miss Suzanne hopped off the couch and followed her man into the shower laughing as she went by me. She looked back over her shoulder and told me that guests would be arriving shortly and my outfit for the night was in her room in a box. I made my way to her room and took the top off the red box on the bed. Inside was a sexy elf's outfit, including an under wire criss cross front bustier that showed my naked mid section, a gathered skirt, belt, and striped stockings, with red high heels and a Santa hat. I took the outfit and went to my room and placed it on the bed for later then went to the kitchen and began preparing the food. As I was making stuff for tonight's party, I could hear Miss Suzanne squealing and laughing from the shower. What a stud Sir Thomas was! He had just blown his load down my throat and now he was fucking my wife in the shower! Wow! I guess she had a right to love him. The guests started arriving at around 7pm and in truth there were only ten of them all couples. Most seemed very well to do, very well dressed, and their age ranged from late thirties to early sixties. They were very much like the people I used to associate with in my former life. They all treated me as if I was a common waitress at a party and a few shot me looks and snickers. I was busy the entire night serving drinks and food and attending to the guests needs. The party wrapped up about midnight and most of the couples left at the same time. Finally there was only one couple left. They were in their sixties, the male was very fat and hairy, and she was a woman who looked like she's had one too many plastic surgeries with very big breasts that were obviously fake and nips and tucks galore. As they lounged on the couches in the living room talking and laughing, everyone a bit tipsy, Miss Suzanne beckoned me into the living room. I responded and knelt at her feet as she patted me on the head. "Baby Doll, you did a fantastic job tonight and Thomas and I are very proud of you. So as a result we told you we had a present for you. Our present actually is two presents. Thomas and I have decided that our present to you is to make you a present to Candy and Gregory here. I was stunned! I didn't know how to respond or what to say. This was certainly a new level of the relationship, they were actually loaning me out to two other people. I didn't know what to say or even if I was supposed to speak. Miss Suzanne continued, "So we're going to let you go with Candy and Gregory for the weekend. You'll be there's for them do with as they please, and we expect that you'll be extremely obedient and do whatever they request as if it were Thomas or myself. Am I clear?" "Yes Miss Suzanne, I'll do whatever is required of me knowing that it pleases you that I am serving your friends and making them happy." Candy stood up and took my hand standing me up, she looked me in the eye and reached under my skirt and grabbed my tiny cock and balls and said, "Oh yes, we're going to have some fun this weekend!" She motioned for Gregory to get up and I followed them out to their car still dressed in my elf outfit as she instructed me to get behind the wheel and drive them home. On the drive to their house, I couldn't help but wonder what was in store for me this weekend. As we drove, Candy and Gregory chatted in the back seat as if I wasn't there deciding who was going to have fun with me tonight and who would get me in the morning. My mind kept wandering back to my masters at home. And the funny thing was more than anything, I was jealous that I was not going to be home with Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas. This would be the first time I had spent any significant time away from them. I was like a kid on his first night at camp. Their house was at the end of a private road out in the country about a forty minute drive from our house. Pulling into their driveway I could see they must be very affluent and therefore very good clients of Sir Thomas. Once at the house they escorted me into their opulent living room and Candy kissed me on the cheek and said, "Baby Doll, Gregory won our little contest so he gets you tonight and I get you tomorrow morning. You two have fun now, I'm exhausted and going to bed." With that she was off down a long hallway as Gregory took my hand and led me down a long hallway on the opposite side of the living room. He opened the door to a room at the end of the hall and led me inside. It was pitch black save for a small lamp in the corner that was so dim that I could barely make out the interior. From what I could make out there was a table and some things hanging on the wall. Gregory took me by the hand and pulled me close to him, his hairy, sweaty body and bad breath made me almost gag. He smiled and said, "Oh we're going to have a lot of fun tonight Baby Doll. As long as you do what Daddy says we'll get along just fine, understand?" "Yes Sir," I said and was rewarded with a hard slap across my face. "You'll address me as Daddy and that's just a taste of what you'll get if you misbehave! Now get those clothes off!" I stripped off my elf costume as he stripped off his clothes. He was more repulsive naked than clothed, he had to weigh at least 300 lbs and was very hairy, his cock however was massive and had to be at least eight inches and it was already hard. He came up to me and grabbed my little cock and balls roughly and played with them. Then he turned me around and told me to lean over the table. Fearing another slap I did as instructed. I felt him fastening my ankles to the table legs and then he fastened my hands to the other side of the table's legs leaving my head hanging over the edge of the table and me fully exposed and at his mercy. In the next instant I felt a stinging blow across my ass cheeks and I tried to jump and cried out. He merely laughed and told me I had better get used to it. I was also instructed after each blow I was to say "Thank you Daddy I won't be a bad girl anymore." The beating went on for what seemed like forever and tears filled my eyes as I cried and pleaded the response to him over and over. Every now and then he would stop and play with my cock and balls. Then he would walk around the table and stick his cock in my mouth and gag me. He would then return to the rear of the table spank me some more, then he would stop and several times he applied something to my cock and balls that made them burn terribly and beg him to release me so I could clean them. He just laughed and said Daddy knew how to take care of bad girls. Finally after what seemed like an hour, I was released and led into a large bathroom where he instructed me to draw a bath for him in a huge tub. I ran a warm bath with bubbles as instructed and he had me join him in the tub and was ever part of his hairy body. He said he loved the fact that our bodies contrasted so nicely, his nice and hairy and mine totally devoid of all hair. As I was washing his cock with my hands he forced my head under the water and made me suck his cock, finally releasing my head so I could come up for air. Then he ordered me to towel him off and he lay on a massage table and made me give him a complete body massage with powder paying special attention to his ass, cock and balls. He instructed me to put my wig back on and put make up on that he had on the table and meet him back in the first room. I hastily applied rouge, lipstick, lip gloss, eye shadow, eye liner, nail polish to my fingernails and toenails then went back into the room. Obviously pleased with my appearance he pulled on my balls a little as he stood behind me then bent me back over the table and refastened my hands and legs. Again I felt him applying the burning cream to my cock and balls. And then I felt him applying something to my asshole that was very cold and wet. Next I hear him say that this is what happens to bad girls who don't please Daddy. And then I felt it. His huge cock was inside me and he was grunting and groaning his heavy, sweaty body laying on top of me pumping in an out. My New Life At that moment I never felt so alone and violated. I tried to think of something to make it all go away. All that came to mind was that I was doing this for the love of Miss Suzanne and that I had vowed to do anything she asked of me to prove my love. So as Gregory grunted and groaned his hairy body lying on top of me riding me in and out, all I could think of was my undying love for Miss Suzanne. Roughly, he grabbed my hips bucking in and out of me and said, "Daddy's gonna cum, Daddy's gonna cum!" He then pulled out and ran around to the front of the table and shot his hot load all over my face laughing the whole time. Then he left the room and went to bed leaving me strapped there with his cum covering my face and I was left that way all night. As I drifted off to sleep all I could do was think what awaited me in the morning. My New Life part seven by cuckytoher The next morning after only a few agonizing hours of drifting in and out of sleep I felt a tugging at my ankles as Gregory unfastened my bounds and told me to go to Candy's room at the other end of the house, but to get cleaned up first. I was allowed a quick, but at least hot shower, and then I made my way to Candy's room. I knocked on the door and she told me to come in. She lay on the bed half covered her magnificent breasts and long legs partially visible. She motioned for me to kneel at her feet and massage them while I licked and sucked on her toes. I complied and sucked on her toes with great vigor as she asked me if I liked her body. I grunted and told her yes very much and that she was beautiful. I knew that I must please Candy and Gregory at all cost. After licking and sucking her feet for over an hour and praising her beauty she told me to go fix her a coffee and meet her in the bathroom. I rushed to the kitchen and made coffee after searching around the unfamiliar environment. Then I found my way back to the bedroom and entered the bathroom which was an understatement when I saw its size. It was huge and dominated by a huge hot tub that was almost the size of a small pool. Candy was immersed in the tub and covered with bubbles. I handed her her coffee and she ordered me to light the candles that were placed all around the tub. I complied and then she motioned for me to get in with her. I must say I felt very naughty and also very special. No one had paid this much attention to me in a very long time and I wondered what lay in store for me. My ass and body ached from last night's activities with Gregory and the warm bubbly water felt refreshing. I sat next to her and she stroked my head and told me that Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas had told her all about my wants and needs and how I would do anything to please them. She reached between my legs and began to fondle my cock and balls. She then ordered me to wash her breasts. I have to admit for a woman in her sixties the plastic surgeon had done a magnificent job on her breasts as I washed them I could feel her growing excitement as her nipples stood on end. She took my hand and guided it down to her crotch underneath the bubbles. I looked at her with a shock as I felt not a pussy, but a cock and balls! She laughed and threw her head back. "Surprised Baby Doll?" I didn't know what to say or do at that point. I just sat there in the tub frozen with a look of shock on my face. "Oh don't worry Baby Doll, it's real! You see, as I'm sure you've discovered Gregory has a penchant for cock and ass but in his line of work he can't be an openly gay male. So years ago we shall I say 'found' each other. We have a pretty good arrangement, he gets a nice cock and ass when he wants and I get to be a woman which is what I want and all the money I can spend of his. So it's a win win!" She had a hold of my hand and was slowly stroking her cock with it. And I could feel her growing hard in my hands. She then went on to explain that years ago she had the breast implants, was on hormones to raise her voice and remove her hair, but still had a cock that grew erect and cold orgasm. I felt her cock getting bigger and bigger until the head popped up through the water. Just as the head popped up, the phone rang and she answered it as if she knew who was calling. "Hi Suzanne darling, Baby Doll's doing very well here. In fact Baby Doll and I were just discussing our little secret!" As she said this she placed her hand on the back of my head and guided it down towards her cock and before I knew it I was under water sucking her cock. I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation but they talked for quite awhile while I sucked and almost drowned. Finally with one huge thrust upward she came in my mouth laughing all the time she did it telling me we were going to have more fun this weekend. Once the blowjob bath was complete I was ordered out of the tub and told to clean the bathroom and get dressed with the outfit she had laid out. I finished my cleaning and went to the bedroom and found a Baby Doll outfit very much like the one I normally wore except this one in scarlet red. There was a long red wig to replace my platinum one and a box of makeup that I hastily applied and then made my way through the house to find my masters for the weekend. I found them in the living room, he on the couch naked and she in a recliner wearing a long silk robe. For the remainder of the weekend I was spanked, fucked, sucked and mistreated however they saw fit. Sometimes it was with cruel abandon like when Gregory decide to pierce my nipples himself while I was tied to a bench, and sometimes it was with great compassion as when Candy had me sit in front of her dressing table and she made me up like I was one of her dolls when she was a child. It was as if I was a toy for these two grown up children to play with and do whatever they wanted. When I left their house on Sunday evening I was made to wear my elf's outfit and take a bus back to Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas. I was sore, bruised, pierced, tired and hungry as my only nourishment for the two days I had been there was a few scraps of gristle they allowed me to suck on but not swallow off their steaks when they were finished eating. I have to say I'm not sure if it was all part of the conditioning or not, but I longed to take nourishment of any kind from my cock bottle when I returned home. I was thankful it was dark when the bus let me off and I must say I got more than a few stares and whistles. I made my way to the house hurriedly and let myself in through the garage. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas were in the kitchen when I came in. "Well look who's home!" Sir Thomas said, as he and Miss Suzanne stood back in an embrace and took in my appearance. Miss Suzanne came up to me and grabbed both of my newly pierced nipples and tugged on them making me wince in pain. "I love it! I can't believe we didn't think of getting Baby Doll pierced before! So did you have fun Baby Doll?" I knelt and kissed her feet and wept. I told them that although I had enjoyed the weekend because it pleased them that I served their friends, that I was so happy to be home with them and that I wanted to stay there. I told them I was so hungry and that I missed the two people I loved most in the world. You cannot imagine the amount of humiliation and degradation I was feeling at that point. Had I really sunk this low in my life? Was I really kneeling in what used to be my kitchen at the feet of my wife and her lover, kissing their feet and weeping, begging them to take me back into their lives and never loan me out again? Was my life so out of control that I had been reduced to a whining, sniveling wimp totally dependent on my wife and her lover? It appeared so, but cuckolding is not a rational behavioral situation. It's driven by a desire to please. The best way to describe it is like this. You know the moment right before you orgasm after you've been teased and aroused for an extended period of time; you're so worked up and want release so bad you would do anything to have that orgasm? That's what cuckolding is all the time, that intense desire is always there, that moment before coming is your natural state so you will do anything no matter how humiliating. Miss Suzanne patted my head and told me to go get cleaned up, take a shower, put my baby doll on, make some food for my cock bottle but not to take any food from it and meet them in the living room. I was so hungry, I raced to the shower, changed, put my wig and makeup on, made some food and placed it in my bottle cock and presented myself to them in the living room. They lounged on the couch watching a movie. Miss Suzanne paused the movie and told me to kneel before them. I knelt and she asked me if I was hungry to which I replied a resounding yes. She told me that she had received a good report from Candy and Gregory and that I had pleased her because I had pleased Sir Thomas's clients this past weekend. She then motioned for me to give her my cock bottle which I surrendered to her with some reservation. She unscrewed the cap and I saw her reach for a shot glass on the coffee table, which she told me was filled with Sir Thomas's cum. She poured the cum into the cock bottle and then poured a blue powder into it and shook it all up and handed it back to me and gave me permission to eat. I was so hungry I sucked at the bottle like hungry cow while they both laughed at the spectacle in front of them. When I was almost finished, Miss Suzanne told me that the blue powder she poured into the cock bottle was ground up Viagra. Then she told me to stand and spread my legs. I did as instructed and she removed a neon pink cb3000 chastity device and fastened it on my cock. The two of them sat back and laughed as I realized the horror I was about to endure. I had just induced a large dose of Viagra and now had my cock placed in chastity while my wife and her lover would watch their latest entertainment adventure unfold. She took the two keys and placed one around Sir Thomas's neck and the other she hung from her ankle bracelet. She told me that from now on I would need permission from them to cum and that in order to cum I would have to perform some unexpected act that would please either of them. I wasn't told what types of acts she was talking about, only that if I wanted to cum; I was to approach either one them, express my desire to cum and tell them of the act I would perform. Only after performing the act I described would they decide whether it rated allowing me to cum or not. I was then dismissed and told to begin my chores of cleaning as no one had lifted a hand around the house the entire weekend. And so began my newest odyssey in my new life of cuckolding. My New Life part eight by cuckytoher My cock throbbed against the chastity device as the Viagra took effect on my. I can't remember ever being so horny in all my life. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas found this all very amusing as I scurried about the house. Finally after an hour or so I could take it no longer and I went to the two of them in the living room and knelt at their feet. "Miss Suzanne, Sir Thomas, I am in such pain from the Viagra and I really would like your permission to cum. I'll do anything you ask." "I know you'll do anything I ask," said Miss Suzanne smiling. "But that's not the point is it? Our agreement was that you were to come up with a task that pleases us and if it does, you'll be allowed to cum." I knelt and couldn't for the life of me think of what they wanted but I knew that it had to be degrading and humiliating for me. An image popped into my mind and I spoke as if another person had taken over my body. "Miss Suzanne, I just want to make you happy and show you how much I love you. I would shout it from the rooftops if I could. I am so glad you've found Sir Thomas and he pleases you and I want to tell everyone how proud and grateful I am. I will stand and do a cheer like a schoolgirl cheerleader for you and Sir Thomas." They both smiled at each other and she told me to go ahead and perform and they would decide if I pleased them enough if they would let me cum. I stood in the center of the living room dressed in my wig, baby doll and all made up. I began to cheer pretending I have pom poms in my hand. "S-I-R-T-H-O-M-A-S HE'S OUR MAN, IF HE CAN'T DO IT NO ONE CAN! RAH RAH SISS BOOM BAH." I continued on for a full five minutes doing cheers and jumping up and down as they laughed and howled at my humiliation. Miss Suzanne literally had tears coming from her eyes as I finished my routine. She whispered in Sir Thomas's ear but I couldn't hear what she was saying. "Oh Baby Doll you've outdone yourself! That was absolutely precious! Come here." She pointed at the floor in front of her and I presented myself and meekly stood there. She lifted her foot to my nose and made me kiss her foot. Then she instructed me to remove the key do the chastity device. I did as instructed and presented her with the key. She unlocked my chastity device and just the sensation coupled with the Viagra was enough to make me cum. She slid the sleeve off and ever so lightly raked her long fingernails on the underside of my balls. My cock shot to full erectness or as full as I get at only four inches. She continued to ever so gently barely touch my balls with her fingernails. The sensations was incredible and I could feel myself ready to cum. Just as I was about to cum I informed Miss Suzanne who ordered me not to cum under any circumstances. I was then ordered to get a bowl of ice and bring it to her which I did with great haste. She lifted the bowl and placed my balls in the ice causing great discomfort and immediately causing my cock to shrink back to its flaccid size of one inch. They roared with laughter as they watched this scientific experiment take hold. She then refastened my chastity device, forced another Viagra down my throat and went back to snuggling on the couch with Sir Thomas. I was devastated! How could they do this to me? I was sent on my way with a list of chores and could already feel the drug starting to work. After another hour I was in sheer agony and once again presented myself to them looking for permission to cum. I knew I would have to come up with some humiliating task once again. As I knelt before them and pleaded for release, Miss Suzanne asked what task I was going to perform for them. If the cheerleader outfit didn't work I couldn't imagine what would. "Miss Suzanne I beg for you to let me cum. I have prepared a special show for you and Sir Thomas." And with that, I exited the room only to pirouette into it a moment later and proceed to do a little ballet move and then came to rest at the center of the room. I stood on my toes like a ballerina. "I'm a little teapot short and stout" I pointed to my cock and balls. "Here is my handle, here is my spout" I then bent at the waist. "When I get all steamed up, hear me shout" I made a false hollering motion. "Just time me over and pour me out!" I then knelt in front of them. "I'm a clever teapot, yes it's true." I kissed each of their feet. "Here's an example of what I can do" I bent and kissed Sir Thomas's cock. "Please take my handle and make me spurt" I said with praying hands. "Just tip me over and pour me out!" I knelt with baited breath as they both looked at each other and cracked up. Miss Suzanne motioned for me to rise and once again held her foot out for me to kiss. I gently removed the key and handed to her. She unfastened the chastity cage and pulled a long feather from the table next to the couch and began to gently tease the underside of my balls. Each stroke felt like a thousand needles on my balls. They laughed and she pulled out a ruler and measured my now totally erect cock. Three and three quarters inches totally hard! They roared with laughter at this latest development. Once again I was ready to cum in no time and Miss Suzanne called for the dreaded ice bowl. Once again my balls were submerged in the ice bowl and in no time I shrank back to my flaccid one inch which brought more joy to their faces. Except this time Miss Suzanne didn't refasten the chastity device. She again began raking her nails ever so lightly over the underside of my balls. This went on for a half an hour. The ice bowl, then the feather, then the ice bowl then her nails. Finally I was ready to literally pass out and told them I was getting light headed. I was instructed to stand facing away from them with my legs spread. Miss Suzanne fastened a blindfold around my eyes and I was in total darkness. I once again felt her nails on my balls. She came in very close to my ear and I could smell her perfume. She whispered, "Okay Baby Doll you can cum but only when I say the words, Baby Doll cum! Do you understand?" I muttered yes and the torture continued. I could sense Sir Thomas in front of me now and Miss Suzanne told me he had taken off her blouse and her big tits were now free and feeling great as he played with them. She teased me and told me I should see them. I was bucking back and forth on my feet trying not to cum as she took the feather and gently caressed my balls. Finally she uttered the magic words. "Baby Doll cum!" At that instant I could feel myself shooting cum all over. But it was torture because I was not allowed to touch my cock and the light touch of the feather on my balls wasn't enough stimulation. They laughed as I bucked back and forth fucking the air trying to latch on to something to help out. But to no avail they merely stood there, him feeling her tits, her gently tickling my balls as I came. Once I shot my load Miss Suzanne informed me that they were off to the bedroom and I was to clean up my mess with my tongue and then join then in the bedroom. Quickly I removed the blindfold hoping I would get a glance of her magnificent tits but to no avail they were gone. I looked down at my tiny cock which was already shrunken back to its flaccid state. I took it in my hand hoping to possible get another erection and the full effect of cumming instead of the painful orgasm I had just experienced. Instead it remained in its flaccid state like it too was laughing at me. Humbly, I knelt on the floor and began licking up my own cum. My New Life part nine by cuckytoher The snow continues to fall and the wind is whipping up outside in what forecaster's are calling one of the worst storms of the past few years. The downside of the storm is that Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas and I are all snowbound in the same house making it a very busy time for me. They have continued to take great delight in making me come with new and interesting ways to cum. After feeding me Viagra and being placed in a chastity device I can assure you there are not many levels you wouldn't go to for release. I've made love to a plastic blow up doll in front of them for their amusement, stood at the foot of the bed dressed as a cheerleader and cheered Sir Thomas on for the right to cum. I've worn a ballerina costume and have pirouetted into the room with a serving tray with Sir Thomas's used condoms and had them place four or five in my mouth while I dance around. I've been tied naked to a wall while they shot pain balls at my most private parts and my body as a whole and laughed the whole time. I've endured vinegar enemas which produce extreme cramping and have been ordered no release until I cum. All of this to please Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas and yes, I must admit to make sure that I get to cum. Miss Suzanne says that it's selfish and that I should be thankful they let me cum at all. It's all been changing lately though; they've gone from having me come up with humiliating things for myself to do, to them coming up with them. I must admit that I have always acquiesced and done whatever they've ordered. Today as they lounged on the couches in the living room watching the blizzard rage outside, I was busy doing housework, laundry, cooking, serving them, giving them foot massages, and endless other chores. My New Life As the snow fell I found myself kneeling at Miss Suzanne's feet daintily dabbing toenail polish on her perfectly manicured toes. I was dressed in my normal baby doll outfit with wig and makeup, and of course my chastity device. It had been an hour since Miss Suzanne had administered my last Viagra pill to me. I could feel the erection straining against the device attached to my cock and balls. The smell of her delicate feet wafted up towards my nose encapsulating me in the most glorious foot aroma. She rested her head on Sir Thomas's chest as they watched a movie and cuddled. I desperately wanted to cum and during the first commercial break I cleared my throat and asked. Miss Suzanne looked at Sir Thomas and laughed. "Well I don't know Baby Doll, let's see what you're willing to do." "I'll do anything Miss Suzanne, you know that. It's how much I love you." "Oh I know you will." She said, grinning at Sir Thomas. She thought for a moment and then beamed and whispered something in his ear. They both laughed and high fived each other. "Okay Baby Doll, here's what we want you to do. We want you to go outside and make us a snowman. A really nice, big snowman, and if we're pleased with it, you get to cum. Oh and one more thing, you're to remain dressed the way you are!" They both laughed again and watched my dismay. "L..l..l...ike this?" I muttered. "You want me to go outside in heels and this baby doll nightie?" "Of course! We can't make everything easy for you Baby Doll! You have to earn the right to cum! You know that! Now it's up to you, if you don't want to cum, get back to doing my toes!!" "No, I'll go outside and make you a snowman." I made my way outside in heels and my baby doll, the wind was like gale force wind and the snow pelted every inch of my body. My feet sunk in the snow up to my calves as I looked in through the picture window to see the two of them curled up by the fire watching me and laughing hysterically. I worked furiously my hands turning to ice, my feet so cold I could hardly feel them. I packed snow and rolled it into the big ball for the bottom then did the second ball; I worked so fast that I was almost sweating in the freezing cold. Finally it was all done and I rushed back into the house and presented myself to them shivering as they sat by the fire. "It's all ddddone Miss Suzanne," I shivered as I spoke. "But it doesn't have any buttons on the face for eyes or a carrot for the nose, or a hat! That's the saddest looking snowman I've ever seen. That doesn't deserve an orgasm!" "Wait, please! I'll fix it!!" I rushed to the kitchen and gathered the needed parts and rushed to back outside into the blizzard and proceeded to fix the face and put a hat on it as they watched from inside. I was so cold that my hands were shaking and my feet could hardly move. Once again I rushed back inside and stood before Miss Suzanne. "Well that's a little better Baby Doll." She smiled as she held up her beautiful foot for me to unfasten the key to the chastity device. My hands shook from the cold as I unfastened the key and gave it to her. Slowly she unlocked the device and my tiny cock sprung to attention. She laughed, "Oh look how cute it is when it's all cold!" Sir Thomas and her roared with laughter. I spread my legs and she began to run her nails over my balls ever so slowly, the old torture was back and I was on the verge of cumming when she suddenly stopped. "I have a great idea!" She said putting the chastity device back on me. "Why don't you go back outside and make us a nice snow angel and then we'll see if you deserve to cum or not?" And with that, she clicked the lock shut. I stood there totally humiliated and demoralized. But knowing I had no choice, I trudged back outside and while I watched the two of them cuddled by the fire laughing at me. I lay down in the snow and it was as if a thousand tiny needles were piercing my skin. I began to wave my arms and legs back and forth making the snow angel. Knowing that if I didn't do it to their satisfaction I would be back out here, I stayed extra long lying in the snow flopping around. When the cold was intense I could no longer take it, I bolted back inside and stood before them dripping with snow and shivering. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas lay snuggled up on the couch laughing at me as I stood shivering. She went to unlock my cage but the cold had shriveled my cock and made it so small that it literally fell off and bounced on the floor. They began to laugh and before long tears were in both their eyes as they sat staring at my nub of a cock. "Oh Baby Doll that is so pathetic, you are such a pathetic excuse for a man." She reached over and took a used condom full of Sir Thomas's cum off a tray on the end table. She slid the used condom over my tiny cock and re-secured the chastity device back onto my cock and popped yet another Viagra into my mouth. I looked at her with longing and dismay. "Why don't you go prepare lunch for us and we'll finish watching our movie and we'll see what kind of fun things we can dream up in the next couple of hours for you!" And with that, I was off to the kitchen wearing my chastity device with a used condom of my wife's lover on my cock on my way to prepare lunch for them. My New Life This is my story about how an innocent small town girl was forced to go down a path she could not have imagined, and in the process discovered her true self. * I was born into a working class family that was always struggling to pay the bills. My three siblings and I never had any luxuries. Mom and Dad divorced when I was five, and Dad disappeared. We all worked at part time jobs; there was no talk of me going to college. But in my case something extraordinary happened when Dad's wiggly little tadpole met up with Mom's so porous membrane—as Emeril would say, "BAM": a perfect combination of genes, DNA, or whatever produced a female of exceptional beauty. I know, that sounds conceited, but it's true. Of course my future gorgeousness was not apparent when I was a baby (all little girls are cute), but by the time I was a teenager I was drawing the attention of boys, girls, men, women, teachers, coaches, you name it. My body developed early, and by the time I was eighteen I had a figure that would have looked good on the cover of Victoria's Secret's catalog. With luxurious black hair and dark sultry eyes I could captivate any straight male that came my way. My sisters were not unattractive, but I was something different. Mom shook her head and worried for me. She said that beauty was good, but that too much beauty was dangerous, that it could make a person one dimensional. As you might expect, that bit of wisdom floated over my head like a summer breeze. I loved the attention. Teasing boys was fun, and I let a few of them have their way with me (I always liked that phrase—it helped me imagine that I had no choice in the matter, and that idea has always turned me on). My girl friends were envious and kept their boyfriends away from me as much as they could. I dated all the alpha males in my high school, and dropped them when someone new and interesting caught my fancy. Needless to say I was not very popular with a lot of the guys. Still there was always a suitor willing to accept the challenge to get his hands on my hot body. The boys always seemed to like the sex more than I did. At that point I had not experienced the special kind of sex that in the future would drive me wild. After graduation I found myself without a boyfriend and nothing exciting on the horizon. I had to work to get any spending money, and that summer I took an outdoor waitressing job at the local Big Burger Drive-In. It let me show off to the men who came on their lunch hour to eat and flirt. I was hoping some fascinating man would happen by and get me started on my adult life. I was eighteen, stunning, and ripe for the taking. The big Harley rumbled in at about four o'clock on that fateful Saturday afternoon. Little did I know that my life was about to shoot off in a completely new direction. Riding the big machine like a knight on a war horse was a stud who reminded me of a young Burt Reynolds. I guessed he was about thirty years old. Behind him was a pretty young blonde in short shorts. It was something right out of the movies. My teenage heart went thumpty, thump. They parked the bike and started to go inside. I stepped out from the entrance with my order pad and nodded toward a picnic table under the big tree over to the side. Sunlight forced its way through the leaves and made dancing patterns on the redwood table top. The guy looked at me, and then at his girl. "I think we should eat outside," he said. "I wonder why," sighed the girl, giving me the once over. My skimpy waitress uniform was snug on the top, with a short skirt that showed a lot of leg. That day was warm and I had decided not to wear a bra. In those days my tits were so firm a bra was like a handkerchief thrown over a newel post. Besides I liked the feeling of the shirt rubbing against my bare nipples. Thinking back on it, I must have looked pretty hot as I sauntered up to them in my sneakers with built up heels. "My name's Candy, and I will be serving you today." My real name is Shirley, but that did not seem to go with the scene. I was feeling very frisky and bored with my small town life. My customers slithered onto the opposite benches attached to the table, with the stud facing out toward the cars and me. His eyes locked on mine. "Thank you Candy. My name is Tom, and this is my friend Cheryl. What do you recommend?" "Well sir, we are famous for our big burgers," I said, keeping my eyes on his. I wanted to let him know that I was not cowed by his aura of biker masculinity. He grinned. "I hope they are as delicious as you look." "Oh please....", sneered his girlfriend. "Shut up Cheryl," he said without looking at her. "I know you like her too. If you're not good I'll have to spank you right here on this picnic table." I'm sure my mouth must have dropped down to my chest. Never had I heard a grown woman threatened with a spanking. Cheryl dropped her eyes and said nothing. It was clear she took his threat seriously. "Candy you can bring us each a big burger and a coke." I nodded and half turned to go back to the restaurant. "Wait," he said. "When does your shift end?" His voice was so commanding that it didn't occur to me not to answer. "In half an hour," I replied. "Good. We should be just finishing then. I want you to come join us." Why not, I thought. It couldn't hurt to sit at the table with them and flirt. They were the most interesting people to come through in a long time. I batted my eyes. "Sure, as long as Cheryl doesn't mind." Tom shifted his eyes to Cheryl, who was still staring at the table top. Deliberately he reached across the table and closed his finger and thumb on her left nipple. Her shoulders pulled back and she gasped. "No problem, right Cheryl?" "Yes Sir, no problem," she whined as she twisted in her seat. I could not believe it. In public, in broad daylight, he had pinched her tit and was still doing it. And she was letting him! I felt a tingling in my stomach. What would I do if a man did that to me? They wouldn't dare. I was mesmerized. And why did her saying 'yes sir' have such a strange effect on me? He looked up at me as he kept squeezing her tit. I could tell he was analyzing my reaction. I probably should have gone to the girl's defense, or at least walked away in disgust. But I could not move. The strange feeling in my stomach persisted. Boys had always been very tentative with me, touching me like I was a delicate flower, afraid of my reaction. It enhanced their status to be seen with the most beautiful girl in the school, and they did not want to blow it. Here was a man who did what he pleased with his girl. It gave me the shivers. A knowing smile appeared on his handsome face as he watched my discomfort. Finally I tore my eyes away and retreated hastily back into the restaurant. There were no other customers in the drive up area, so I was able to hide inside until his burgers were ready. His callous treatment of his girl friend and her submission both frightened and intrigued me. In a few minutes the tray was ready. I took a deep breath and pushed out through the screen door with their order. As I walked carefully toward the picnic area I felt his eyes moving up and down my body. Unconsciously I straightened my spine and pulled my shoulders back. Some feminine instinct drove me to present my best to this fascinating man. "Sit with us," he said, after I had placed the tray on the table. "You have no other customers." Without thinking I shrugged and slid onto the bench beside the girl. She was smiling now and seemed much friendlier toward me. He must have set her straight while I was in the restaurant. He took a bite of the burger. "This is good. You know we were planning to go another fifty miles today, but I think we will stop here for the night. There are many interesting things in this town." I blushed. The way he looked at me told me that I was one of those interesting things. "Where are you headed?" I asked, trying to make conversation and get my mind off of sex. "Nowhere particular," he said. "I am an over worked lawyer from Chicago, and this is my way of unwinding. For a few days I ride my bike through the countryside, staying at small hotels. If Cheryl is a good girl I let her ride with me." Cheryl laughed. "What do you mean 'good girl'? The last thing you want is for me to be a good girl. Then you couldn't punish me." "Now, now. Don't say things to scare our new friend. Candy, can you recommend a place to stay in this charming village?" "There's not much here. We do have a small lake outside of town where there are cottages for rent." "Perfect," he said. "Tell me, why does a beautiful young girl like you want to stay here when you could be leading an exciting life in the big city?" His easy manner made me relax and want to talk about myself. "Good question. I guess I'm just a little afraid of moving away from the place where I have spent my whole life. A few months ago I moved into my own place, and that was a big deal. But now I'm getting bored." "Do you have a car?" "Yea, that old Ford over there is mine. It gets me to work and back." "It would get you to Chicago too," he said. "I know a number of places where you could get a job on the first day you were there." I had no contacts in Chicago and was very interested. "What kind of job?" "Well, for one I could hire you as the receptionist for my law firm. You would greet clients and visitors, handle general phone calls, arrange meetings, that kind of thing." Cheryl rolled her eyes. "Hey Tom, that sounds like the kind of job I might like." "Be quiet girl," he said kindly. "You already have a job." I laughed nervously. "You've talked with me less than five minutes and you're offering me a job?" He smiled. "You're right. We should get to know each other first. There are some things about me that take some getting used to." "You can say that again," cracked Cheryl. "I'll tell you what," he said, ignoring his girl friend. "Why don't you come with me on my bike and show me where these cottages are. Cheryl can follow us in your car. Then we can hang out and talk about the future." It seemed like a good idea. The cottages were in an isolated area, but with Cheryl going along, I felt safe enough. I was captivated by this good looking older guy, who seemed to want to help me get something going in my life. "Okay. Give me the money for your meals and I'll check out." He paid me and went with Cheryl to look over my car. I gave the money to the manager and told him I was through for the day. The manger rang up the sale and gave me back three twenties. "Your customer way overpaid," he said with a grin. "I guess the rest is meant to be your tip." I had been so excited about leaving on the back of that Harley that I hadn't even looked at the money Tom had given me. A sixty dollar tip! This was a guy I definitely wanted to get to know better. "Here are the keys to the Ford," I said to Cheryl. "It's an automatic and easy to drive." She gave me a look that said 'whatever' and got into the car. Tom took my hand and led me to his big, black bike. A twist of the key, and it roared into life. He swung his leg over and smiled at the anticipation that radiated from my eyes. "Get on and hold tight," he shouted over the deep roar characteristic of the Harley. The soft leather on the rear seat felt good between my legs. He gunned the engine and powerful vibrations surged through my body. I had never been on a bike like this, and suddenly I realized why so many hot looking babes could be seen on the backs of motorcycles. I wrapped my arms around his hard muscled waist and hollered in his ear. "Take a right out of the parking lot and get on the highway going west." The bike took off like a jet, and I wondered how Cheryl was going to be able to keep up in my old Ford. The highway was straight, almost no traffic, perfect for him to show what the Harley could do. With the wind tearing at my hair I buried my face in his back and held on for my life. It was exciting and exhilarating beyond belief. After a couple of miles he slowed to let Cheryl catch up. "Like it?" he asked, turning his head. "Oh yes," I gasped. "It feels like I am riding a run away bull on steroids." He laughed. "In many ways you are." The implication of our flirty comments was clear. If it weren't for Cheryl I expected I would be fucking him before the day was over. My pussy was sending me a strong message. "The turn off to the lake is just past that bus stop," I said, letting go of him long enough to point. He pulled over to the side to wait for Cheryl. The Harley purred and gurgled and fluttered against my inner thighs. He had one foot on the ground and rotated his body until he could take my head in his hands. I did not turn away. Ever so slowly he lowered his lips, teasing me and testing my reaction. I lifted my face and offered my lips. The Harley's vibrations were going up my body from my pussy to my eager mouth. Just as I was preparing to meet his tongue I heard the sound of my car pulling off the road behind us. For a few moments I had forgotten that we were not alone, that he had a girl friend already. Her arrival made me tense and pull back. "Don't be concerned about Cheryl," he said. "You'll see." Before I could ask him about the meaning of that strange comment, he started up and pointed the bike down the side road to the lake. I hugged his back and wondered what that kiss would have been like. After about a mile of winding through a thick pine forest, we pulled up at the lakeside building that served as the office for the ten rental cabins that were scattered around the hundred acre lake. The perimeter road that circled the water was a good three miles long, so there was a lot of space between cabins. It was early in the season, and there was no sign of any other renters. Cheryl came in behind us and parked to the side. She emerged smiling, giving no indication of being upset at seeing us about to kiss. I had to admit that she looked very good in her tight shorts and bulging T shirt. She probably had ten years on me, but her body was in top condition. Although her boobs were smaller than mine, they sure were perky. With her pixie cut bleached blonde hair and generous lips she was what the guys would call a 'cute piece'. I had no doubt that Tom was balling her every night. I walked up to the door of the office. A note tacked to the molding read: 'The manager is away this week. If you wish to rent a cabin please use the phone in the office and call the number below.' The door was unlocked. I guess the owner figured a burglar could break in anyway. Inside was a cheap desk, two chairs, and a phone. I dialed the number and spoke to a woman who told me to take any cabin I wanted and leave forty dollars under the cushion on the chair I was sitting on. She didn't even ask for my name. I relayed the information to Tom, who seemed very pleased with the informal, anonymous arrangement. He gave me the forty dollars to put on the chair and herded us out of the office. "Let's go to that cabin on the far side of the lake," he said. "It will be very private." My mother had warned me about going to out of the way places with strange men, and I hesitated. "I don't know," I said. "I didn't realize there would be no one here." "Oh come on," said Cheryl, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the car. "What are you afraid of? There are two of us and only one of him. You lead the way in your car. Tom and I will follow you on the bike. I need to talk with him." Had I known more about Cheryl I would not have gone with the two of them to the isolated cabin. But then I would not have experienced the things I did, and would have continued to live my quiet, vanilla life in my provincial little town. My mother had already picked out the up and coming young man she wanted me to marry. Innocently I drove around the lake on the gravel road that led to the cabin Tom had selected. Behind me the Harley hummed and droned its sensuous song, and I saw in my mirror that Tom and Cheryl were having an animated conversation. I figured that she was making him promise to stop hitting on me. I figured wrong. When we arrived at the cabin Tom opened the storage compartment under the rear seat on the Harley and retrieved a small duffle bag. They followed me up onto the porch just as the sun sank behind the hill to the west. It would be dark soon. The cottage contained one double bed, a small dresser, and two straight backed wooden chairs. A door at the rear was partially open, revealing a surprisingly large, tiled bathroom. "Well it looks comfortable enough," I said gaily. "You two should have a very romantic night here on our lake." "Oh it will be romantic all right," said Tom ominously. "But it will not be just the two of us. We will be sharing that bed with you." "Oh no," I declared instinctively, backing toward the door. "I showed you the place, and now I have to go." Tom just smiled. The doorway was blocked by a determined-looking Cheryl, who had some kind of leather straps dangling from her hand. Her eyes bore into me like a cat about to devour a mouse. "You see," said Tom calmly, "my friend Cheryl is bisexual and a trifle sadistic. She fancies you as much as I do. Together we are going to take you places you have never imagined." Quick as a snake he grabbed my arms and spun me around, pulling my wrists behind me. "Cuff her," he barked. Cheryl snapped the leather bands around my wrists and clipped them together. "It's done," she said. "She won't be able to fight us. Now can I play with her?" "Patience my dear. Get that Velcro strap out of our bag and bind her upper arms together. I want to see those nice tits pushed forward. And set up the video camera." I struggled against the grip he had on my shoulders, but he was too strong. "Let me go! You are going to be in big trouble for this!" "I don't think so," he said. "No one knows you are with us, or even who we are—including you. And I've been watching you. I know your type. You have always been in control and have missed out on what it's like when you are forced to submit, when a man takes all that sexy beauty and uses it for his own pleasure." "NOOO...." He held me while Cheryl bound my arms together, and then they pushed me into one of the chairs. "Tie her ankles to the legs," he said. More Velcro straps came out of the duffle and my feet were secured to the chair legs, forcing my legs apart. . "Maybe we should have removed her panties first," said Cheryl. "No, I like to go about these things slowly," he responded. "Help me scoot her chair over by the bed so we can both sit in front of her. And bring me those scissors from the side pocket on the duffle." They maneuvered my chair until my knees were almost touching the side of the bed. Tom sat in front of me and inserted one leg between my open thighs. His accomplice handed him a pair of scissors with rounded points, and then went back to the duffle to retrieve a small video camera. "While she's setting up the camera let's finish what we started back on the highway," he said as he took my head in his hands like he had done before. Tied to the chair there was no way I could resist him, even if I had wanted to. He pulled me toward him and gently brushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation, temporarily forgetting the helpless situation I was in. He licked my lips. "Give me your tongue," he said, and I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth and keeping my eyes closed. I could feel his eyes on me as he used his hands to turn my face from side to side and dab at my tongue with his. Suddenly he dropped his hands to the shelf of my thrusting breasts, squeezing and rubbing the cotton fabric of my shirt against the erect nipples below. My New Life "OHH...", I gasped in surprise. Up to that point he had been gentle, not like my overheated high school boyfriends who groped me every chance they got. But he was not groping...he was asserting his control and it was turning me on incredibly. I attacked his mouth with my lips and tongue and urged my tits into his palms. His reaction told me that his blood was boiling as much as mine. After a minute of trying to consume each other, he pulled back both his mouth and his hands. "Wow," exclaimed. "You are as hot as you look. Cheryl and I are going to enjoy training you." Once again I had forgotten about Cheryl. I turned my head and saw that she had positioned the video camera on a stand on the dresser and was in the process of focusing it on me. The glowing red light showed that it was recording. "Forget the camera," said Tom. "No one is going to see the tape except us." He picked up the scissors. "It's time to start getting rid of these clothes. Your tits feel great, but I want to see them." "You can't cut my clothes!" I protested. "What will I wear home?" "No worries," Tom said. "If you are good, Cheryl will give you some clothes. But you'd better be nice to her. Come on Cheryl, help me divest her of this too small T shirt." Smiling sweetly the diabolical blonde grabbed the fabric just above my shirt and pulled it free. I noticed that she was careful not to block the camera's view of my body. Tom took the tail of the shirt in his left hand and began cutting it right up the middle. Snip...snip... In a few seconds the fabric sprang open, pushed by my thrusting boobs. Without a bra they stood high and firm, the nipples hard. In spite of my predicament I admit I was proud of my body. Tom gave a low whistle. Sheryl sat on the bed next to him and licked her lips suggestively. "I hope you're satisfied," I snarled, staring at them defiantly. I did not want them to know how aroused I was by the way they were treating me. "That's a start," Tom chortled. "But you will have to do a lot of things before we are satisfied." He and Cheryl each took one of my tits and began examining it. "Amazing," said Tom. "Yeah," agreed Cheryl. "Look at the size of those areolas and nipples, and the way they are tilted upward. I can't wait to get my mouth on them and see how she reacts." "You are a couple of sick perverts," I complained. But at the same time their words and fingers were making shivers run up and down my back. Tom shook his head and spoke to Cheryl. "Listen to that name calling. She needs to be taught a lesson. I saw some clothes pins on the line out back. Go get them. And while you're at it, cut a couple of switches from the tree." "Good idea," she said and let go of me to follow his instructions. Meanwhile he continued to cup my right tit, running his thumb over the nipple. His face was inches from mine, watching me. My body was responding, and he knew it. "You bastard. What are you doing to me?" "I'm tapping in to that volcano that is ready to explode. You can't do anything about it, and at some point I'll break through. You are going to end up like Cheryl, willing to do anything I say. But in the meantime you are going to feel some pain, both physical and mental." His finger and thumb closed on the tender nipple. "OOOHHHH," I screamed. Oblivious to my cries he twisted my nub like he was dialing the combination on a lock. "I'm just getting it ready for the clothes pin," he said. "You need a little tenderizing first." The fingers on his other hand closed on my left nipple, doubling my erotic discomfort. I thrashed around in the chair and wailed. "AAAHHHH... enough..... please..... ohhh..." At last he stopped and dropped his hands. "That will do for now. Your buds are stretched enough for the clothes pins to get a good grip. It's time to get rid of those panties that Cheryl was worried about." I squirmed helplessly as he raised my skirt to my waist, exposing my tight bikini underwear. A new flock of butterflies took off in my stomach, and I knew he was going to see the sheen of moisture on the cotton fabric of my panties. "Just as I expected," he said, as he probed the squishy surface with his finger tip. I was mortified. "Oh godddd......" He picked up the scissors and slid one blade under the cuff on my left thigh. "No need to be ashamed," he said condescendingly. "You can't help it." A few snips and the panties parted on one side. A repeat process on the other side, and he was able to pull the now shapeless cloth away completely. He lowered his head to get a good look at my wet and swollen lips. One insidious finger began testing and probing. "Ohhh.... you have to stop that.... it's not fair.. I won't let you do this to me...." "Your body is in harmony with your nature, but your mind still needs to be freed to go with the flow. Ah... here comes Cheryl, and I see she has gotten what we need." Cheryl was standing in the doorway holding up two clothes pins in one hand, and two flexible tree branches in the other. The branches had been stripped of their leaves and made wicked-looking switches. Tom laughed. "I love it when we go out into the country and have to improvise. Not like at home where I have my choice of toys. Right Cheryl?" "You always seem to find something to torment me with," she said smiling. "I think what I have here will be sufficient for training Miss Candy. I see you have prepared her." "Yea, don't those tits look delicious?" "Amazing! I can't wait to get my mouth on those big nipples. Maybe I should suck on them a bit before you apply the clothes pins." All that talk about what they were going to do to me was having a strange effect on my body. I was frightened by the thought that I was going to feel pain, but for some reason my pussy was positively salivating. And having another woman touch me was going to be a completely new experience. In any case I didn't seem to have any choice in the matter. "Please don't hurt me," I pleaded. "Oh you're going to hurt," Cheryl snarled as she sat on the bed next to Tom. "It's necessary for your training, and part of our fun." Her hand moved up the inside of my thigh, stopping just as the tips of her fingers reached my wet pussy. "Why didn't you cut off her skirt too?" she asked Tom. "It's not going to be in our way, and I think a little clothing is sexy," he said. "Besides she will need something to wear home, when and if we let her go." The reference to letting me go made me relax a little. At least they didn't intend to murder me to cover their tracks. But before I could think more about the future Cheryl's head came down and her lips closed over my left nipple, drawing it gently into her mouth. "Ahhhhhh.....", I gasped. Involuntarily my back arched to push more of me forward for her to taste. Expertly she went to work, alternating licks and sucks with using her teeth to nip and bite. Plenty of young boys had played with my tits, but never had I felt anything like what Cheryl was doing. She knew how to apply just the right combination of sensations. Together with my sense of helplessness it was driving me crazy. "OH GOD.. What are you doing to me?" I thrashed around in the chair, aware that my other boob was dancing in front of Tom. Cheryl's fingers moved against my pussy as she continued her assault on my breast. When I didn't think I could take any more without cumming, Tom intervened. "Enough of that for now," he said as he pulled Cheryl's head up by her hair. "Too much pleasure too soon is bad for her training." "Aww," whined Cheryl. "Let me make her cum to show her what a slut she really is." "I am not a slut!" I stated emphatically. "A slut has choices. You aren't giving me any." "Maybe not right now," laughed Tom. "But soon you will be pleading with me to let you be my slut, and not only just for tonight." "Never!" I cried. But even as I defied him my tits were aching for more attention. He must have seen it in my eyes because he gave Cheryl an instruction that sent shivers down my spine. "Cheryl, bring me our little tit whip from the duffle." An evil grin momentarily distorted her pretty face. Quick as the bunny that she was she jumped off the bed and returned with a short braided leather rod from whose tip dangled three or four knotted thongs. She lay the strips across the top of my left boob and put the whip handle in Tom's hand. Flicking his wrist he worked the knots over and around my nipple. "Oh god...", I whimpered, tensing my body. Cheryl wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head back, giving him plenty of rooms to swing the whip and hit where he wanted. "Relax sweetie," she said. "You will learn to love this like I do. It stings so good and makes you so ready to be fucked." Swish, splat..... swish, splat.... The barbed strips moved over my tit, coming down from the top, up from the bottom, and side to side like spraying a car with a garden hose. "OWWWW....' I bounced up and down in the chair in a hopeless attempt to escape the sharp stings. Just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, he moved to the other tit and began again. "Stop... please stop..... I'll do what you want... anything..... oh god......" Tears were dripping down my cheek. I wondered why my pussy kept getting wetter. He seemed pleased with the effect and pulled back. After pausing to let me catch my breath he extended the braided handle so that the edge just touched my protruding nipple. A slight back and forth motion of his wrist was all it took to tease them into being even harder. "Check her," he said to Cheryl. "I think she might be ready for the next step." Cheryl knew exactly what he meant. It occurred to me that they had done this before. Her hand went under my skirt. "Definitely wetter than before," she announced. "Good," he said. "Show her what I like." He dropped the whip and lay back on the bed. The fabric of his jeans stretched tightly over his bulge. I had a pretty good idea of what was coming. A big smile appeared on Cheryl's face, and her eyes shown with excitement. She looked back and forth between my reddened tits and his obvious hard on. He put his arm over his eyes, signaling that he was turning control over to her. "Okay, my dear," she said. "Time for your first lesson in man pleasing. You have great tits, but we have to keep those nipples extended. I'll just clip on these clothes pins for now." "Ahhhh..." I felt two sharp pinches as the hard wood clamps were applied, but the momentary pain quickly became erotic. It was something I had thought about, but until then had never experienced. These two were leading me into new territory. She gave the dangling pins a couple of swats and turned her attention to Tom. A quick jerk and his belt was free. Leaning over him, she nuzzled his bulge with her nose and mouth as she pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His big cock jumped out like it was spring loaded. "My god," I gasped. "Nice isn't it," said Cheryl as she caressed him with her finger tips. "It never ceases to amaze me. He must like you, 'cause he's super hard." I suddenly noticed that he was all skin. "What happened to his hair?" She laughed. "I make sure he's always clean shaven, just as he does for me. When you're into oral sex as much as we are, it's so much better without eating hair pie." Tom's cock was twitching and waving like a pine tree in the wind. She seemed to know just where to touch it to get the most reaction. Little pleasure noises were coming from his mouth. "Had much experience giving blow jobs?" she asked sweetly. The truth was I had only done it once. My boyfriend seemed to like it well enough, but he came so fast I didn't have time to do much experimenting. "Not much," I admitted. Her fingers were teasing the underside of his crown. "The trick is to go slow," she explained like she was teaching a cooking class. "You don't want to just gobble it down and suck on it. Use your tongue to lick it like a popsicle, like this...." I was fascinated. She alternated long sweeps of her tongue with little dabs around the tip. He was huge and stiff as a board. I could see his hips begin to make little humping movements. "You are so good Cheryl," he moaned. "Teach her well. I want to feel that virgin mouth on me. If she hesitates, use the switch." She grinned at him. "Don't worry sweetheart. I am going to turn her into a first class cock sucker. But to do that I have to get these jeans off of you. Lift your hips." Down came his pants, dragging his boxers with them. She scooted my chair back so that she could pull off his motorcycle boots and get the tight jeans completely off. Then she pushed his legs apart and slid my chair between them. I was inches away from his throbbing cock. "Now we can get all the tender places," she said. "The underside of his balls is really sensitive. Watch carefully." Dropping to her knees beside my chair she managed to get one of his legs up on her shoulder. The result was an open path for her to lift his balls and get her mouth under the hanging nuggets. Her tongue darted around like a frog snapping insects, making him twitch and moan like he was about to explode. I wanted to get my mouth on him too, and leaned forward in my chair. Cheryl sensed my movement and looked up at me, still licking and teasing him. Her eyes gave me permission, and I lowered my head to lick at the quivering stem. With two tongues working on him his groans were getting louder. "I love seeing him like this," Cheryl sighed. "He's close. Take the head gently in your mouth and gum it with your lips." I did as I was told, while Cheryl milked his balls with her hand. The muscles in his leg tightened and his cock jerked in my mouth. "Hold on," urged Cheryl. "Don't let him slip out and get ready to swallow." The creamy fluid sprayed against the roof my mouth in powerful spurts. No sooner had I swallowed one, than another gusher slammed into me. He cried out and grabbed my head, plunging his cock deep into my mouth. Tied as I was I could not resist as my air was cut off, and he was so consumed by the sensations he was feeling that he did not seem to notice. Cheryl recognized my problem. "Relax and breathe through your nose," she said. "Let him into your throat." It took all my concentration, but I was able to do it. The feeling of being dominated and used was incredibly arousing. Finally he spasmed one last time and released my head. I gasped and fell back in my chair, white cream dripping out of mouth. Cheryl made a track through the sticky fluid with her finger tip and smiled at me. "You're a natural," she said. "A few more tricks and you will be a qualified sex toy like me." Tom sat up on the bed. "Whew. That was something." He released the clothes pins from my tits, letting the blood flow back in and making me cry out. "I may reattach these later," he said. "They're good for keeping your points long and hard." Cheryl stood by, looking pleased with herself. "Good teaching job, Cheryl," he said. "You deserve to be rewarded. Now I will now be the teacher and show Miss Candy how to eat pussy." "YES," said Cheryl enthusiastically. "I'm ready to feel that lovely mouth. This will probably be her first time doing a woman, and you will have to force her, which will turn her on like she can't believe." "Oh no," I wailed. "I'm not a lesbian. Don't make me do this." His response was to tell Cheryl to get ready. "Take off your clothes. I want you completely naked so I can use the tit whip on you while she pleasures you. The last time we did it like that you went crazy." "God yes!" She stood beside the bed and kept her eyes on mine as she slowly stripped. I had always been curious about what sex with a woman would be like, but I never imagined being in a position like this. Cheryl delighted in erotically revealing her body to me, piece by lovely piece. She had a great figure, and she knew it. The switches were on the bed where she had left them. Tom picked up one and used it to lift Cheryl's newly exposed breast. She stood very still, offering her tit to whatever he wanted to do to it, her arousal palpable. I watched in amazement as he flicked her with the switch, dragging the rough bark across her stiff nipple. "Ahhhh..." she whimpered and took a deep breath. "Chest out Cheryl," he barked. "You know you love it. You do, don't you? Tell me and Candy how hot it makes you when I punish your tits." "Ohh.... yes damn it... ahhhhh......" "Yes what, bitch?" The end of the stick was thrusting against her swollen bud. "OH GOD....YES SIR...." "I imagine your nipple is getting a little agitated. Maybe Candy should kiss it and make it better." Cheryl seemed to be waiting for just such an opportunity. She swung a naked leg over my lap and sat on me, her tits right in my face. "OH NO!" I protested, trying to turn my head. But with my hands tied behind me I could not prevent her from gripping my hair and forcing my mouth down on her nipple. "Suck her," commanded Tom. "Or YOUR tits will be sorry." What could I do? I went to work on the sexy treat before me. Cheryl's nipple was like a ripe olive, and the more I sucked, and licked, and nibbled, the more she squirmed on my lap and wiggled her pussy up against me. It was a totally new experience and it was making me very hot. "Okay, Cheryl, now lie back on the bed just like I was. I am going to release her legs and get rid of the chair so that she can go down on you with her ass in the air." The superheated blonde slid off of me and back onto the bed. "Tom, keep her hands tied behind her. I want to feel only her mouth." "Good idea," he said. "It will also make it easier for me to control her." In a few seconds I found myself bent over between Cheryl's legs, the aroma from her filling my nostrils. "Keep your legs straight," ordered Tom, as he raised my little skirt and bared my ass. The rough switch was drawn across my bulging cheeks like a bow on a bass fiddle. I could imagine what it was going to feel like if he used it to spank me. "Start with only your tongue," he instructed. "Lick around her inner thighs and lower stomach. Make her crave your touch." The switch tapped my ass to let me know that refusal was not an option. Her skin was hot and moist with her desire. From the first contact with my wet tongue she began twisting and moaning her pleasure. I painted a trail along the top of her pussy and down her hip. When I tried to lick high on the inside her thigh, she pushed upward, and my nose brushed her pussy. She sighed with pleasure, but it also gave her an excuse to complain. "She's touching me with more than just her tongue." SWISH.... SPLATT... The switch stung my ass. "Follow instructions," he growled. "But....," I objected. SWISH.... SPLATT... "But nothing. Do as I tell you." I kept lathering her, my nose continuing to take in her enticing aroma. Tom was caressing my ass with the switch in one hand, and using his other hand to tease Cheryl's nipples with the tit whip. She twisted her hips to try to get my mouth where she wanted it. "God Tom. She's driving me crazy. Make her do me properly." He laughed and smacked her tit with the whip. "And if I do what will you do for me?" "ANYTHING YOU WANT. You can fuck me, or fuck her. I'll hold her if you want while you give it to her in the ass." That last comment really got my attention. I certainly was not ready to have that huge cock in my ass. But Tom seemed to like the idea. "Ummmm.... okay Candy, move your mouth to the main target. Kiss and suck on her like you would want it done to you." "Yes sir," I said, getting into my role as their sex toy. Tentatively I began probing her with my tongue. "Ummm... that's good. Right there. Yes.. Yes.. A little higher. Ohhhhh yesssss...." My New Life It appeared Cheryl was going to direct the action, so I relaxed and went with the flow. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tom move to sit on the bed beside her head. He was hard again, with his cock was bobbing like the spear of a soldier in a Greek phalanx moving to the attack. He was bare from the waist down, and his lower body was very muscular, with an ass to die for—not at all my image of a big city lawyer. I wanted him to fuck me. "That's it, Cheryl honey. Tell her what you like." He was bending down and kissing her neck and ear. "I'll make sure she does what you want." "Oh Tom, I am so hot. You do know how to set a scene. Right there Candy.... ahhhh..... a little harder.... yes.... YES......" I raised my eyes and saw him stroking her hair as he whispered in her ear. "We do have fun on our little weekend trips, don't we?" "God yes," she moaned. "You always seem to find someone to play with. But never one so young and gorgeous and innocent. The way you have her under control with her hands tied behind her doing whatever you tell her is driving me crazy." As if to emphasize his control, he placed the switch in the crack of my ass and sawed it back and forth, pressing just hard enough to get my attention. In response I wiggled my nose against her clit and French kissed her. Her body bucked and I had to struggle to maintain contact. "I'M CUMMING," she screamed. "DON'T STOP.. AHHHHHH....." Somehow I managed to keep diddling her with my nose and twirling my tongue as she shivered and writhed under me. Tom was kissing her and absorbing her cries into his mouth. Finally I felt the tension leave her. Her limbs seemed to melt into the mattress. I could imagine how she felt and wanted the same. Tom continued to kiss her and stroke her hair. It was a tender scene, with me as an insignificant bystander. He obviously cared for this woman and delighted in giving her pleasure. My sexy ripe body did not distract him from his attention to her. She must have loved it. "That was incredible," she sighed. "Our new friend really got into it." He chuckled. "I had a feeling about her. What should we do with her next?" Cheryl raised her head and looked at me. I was sitting back on my heels with her juices all around my mouth. My eyes were hot, and my pussy was wet. The video camera was recording all this, so I knew I had no chance of claiming I was forced. They could do whatever they wanted without fear of reprisal. She smiled knowingly and took Tom's stiff cock in her hand. "I think she is ready to be fucked, and you are clearly ready to do the fucking. But I want to direct the action. I want her completely helpless and open." "Perhaps the modified hog tied position?" "Yes. Perfect. Help me get her ready." The two of them maneuvered me onto the bed on my knees, my ass in the air. While Tom held my head down on the mattress, Cheryl undid the binding that held my wrists together and then pulled my arms under me so that they were between my legs. "Raise your ass more," she commanded. Two sharp spanks reinforced her command. "Okay, okay," I wailed. By bending my body more I made it possible for her to tie my wrists to my ankles. Now my ass was pointing at the ceiling, totally exposed and vulnerable. My face was turned to the side and pressed tightly against the mattress, but there was enough space under my chest for Tom to reach in and squeeze my tits. "Very good," he said as he pinched my already sore buds. "Let's drag her to the edge so I can stand on the floor and get a solid purchase for my feet while I ream her." If I was wet before, now I was flowing like a mountain stream. Being in this position was turning me on like I couldn't have imagined. I was open, vulnerable, and helpless... and I loved it. Cheryl knew just what I was feeling and spoke to me softly as she kissed my closed eyes. "I knew you would like this," she said. "I like it too. This position lets you open like a flower for the bee to go deep to take your sweet honey. Tom is big and long and hard. Let yourself go and savor the feeling. You can't do anything to stop it anyway." "Ohhh...", was all I could manage to say. Then she stood up and I heard her talking to Tom. "Step in a little closer. I'll guide you in and stimulate your balls while you do her." "GGRRRR....," Tom growled. "Should I finger her ass at the same time," she asked like she was a waitress serving lunch. "Yea, get your finger wet before I go in." After that my mind went into another place. I was conscious of being filled and ridden and sexually stimulated until all thought were purged from my brain. Almost immediately I had a small orgasm, and then another, and another, each one stronger than the last. When he finally erupted into me it was like going over the top in a roller coaster. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was lying on the bed between them. My hands were free, and my skirt was gone. They were both naked as well, slithering their bodies against mine as they hugged and caressed me. "We will sleep for a while now," said Tom. "Later Cheryl and I will play with you some more." "Okay," I said, and couldn't believe I had said it. Why was I being so compliant? A little voice inside gave me the answer. 'Because you love it,' it said. Tom picked up on my submission. "Tomorrow you will give notice that you are quitting your job. You will also give up your apartment and pack your things. I will give you my address in Chicago, and you will drive there next weekend. You will work for me and stay with me until you get your own place. Cheryl will help you. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir," I said. My New Life I was married to the same woman for 30 years. Now on my own, disappointed, but committed to creating a life that I wanted. What do I want? Moving from suburbia, I bought a house in the city, surrounded by 30 somethings with tattoos and piercings. "WOW! This is different," I would mumble to myself over and over again. I could walk to restaurants and stores, hear live music from the sidewalk and people watch. I liked my new life! What else did I want? From silverware to bath towels, I was crafting my life from scratch. I decided that I would only buy quality and not worry about quantity. So All-Clad pots and pans, thick and soft turkish towels, leather Lazy-Boy and high-def televisions. I began to enjoy myself giggling that in setting up house I was getting in touch with my feminine side. I made it a point to smile and greet everyone. One by one I met the neighbors, an author, a songwriter, a student, an accountant, a musician, an historian - a very interesting group of people. I was invited over for drinks and quickly felt like part of the neighborhood. Life was good... Being alone for the first time in my life was both fun and sad at the same time. Ever felt that way? I wanted another relationship but didn't want to risk finding another alcoholic or nut case. I just wanted someone that I could trust and enjoy. Someone that I could count on and be myself with. No more co-dependence and frustration. I had to make decisions and focus on myself. I surprised myself by coming to the conclusion that I was OK with a special person being a man or a woman. I filled my time buying things for the house and selling away the few possessions that reminded me of my past. I sold a few items on Craigslist and became intrigued by all that I found there. I was fascinated by the personals. Shocked, I laughed out loud at the seeming outrageous requests for encounters. Day after day I returned to the postings and learned the new vocabulary, NSA-No Strings Attached, HWP-height weigh proportionate, Blow-N-Go, obviously, this was a whole new world awaiting. Casual sex, sex without consequences, sex just for fun! Nothing like this was ever part of my life!! I read every ad in every category, day after day, fantasizing every scenario. I was drawn to the cross dresser and transvestite ads. Looking at the pictures, my heart would race and my face would become flush. I was afraid of these new feelings but very captivated by them. At 6', 200 pounds, and a shaved head I was anything but feminine! While shopping, more than once I would grab a pair of nylons or panties off the shelf, blush beat red, and then put them back giggling. What was going on? One day while working from home I was bored and got on Craigslist. I saw an ad from a guy in my neighborhood looking for a hosted jack off session. That seemed safe and innocent enough. My house, no worries of STDs, what the heck? I jack myself off, what would it hurt to jack someone else? Nervously, excited, and with little beads of sweat running down my back, I responded. Stunned, I received a response within minutes. He wanted to see a cock picture. I can't describe how hard I laughed, a cock picture? OK, why not? Now I'm all in. Grabbing my iPhone I went into the bathroom and got naked. Experimenting, I discovered that the flash could blot out my face when properly positioned. Tingling with excitement but too nervous for a hard on, I settled on a full frontal pose and sent it off to my new friend. I remained naked, prancing about being silly, wiggling my ass like a chick and giggling like a school girl. The rest of the day passed without a response. I was devastated. He must not of liked the pic. I convinced myself that he didn't like me. Sadly, that night I drank a full bottle of wine. Mid-morning on the next day an email from him arrived, asking if I was available right now. With my heart racing and hands shaking I responded, "Yes." His response caught me off-guard. He had a very specific fantasy that he wanted me to fulfill. He wanted to walk into my house and find me naked, jacking off to porn. Additionally, he wanted heels, hose, panties and bra available. I was breathless! My heart thumped almost painfully in my chest heaved for air. My mind wandered to those times in the store when I failed to have the courage to buy those things and now I needed them. What to do? I really wanted to please him and I really wanted to get together with him but had nothing that he wanted. I replied with the truth and although disappointed, he agreed to come over and "...try me out." If we clicked, I agreed to go out and make the purchases necessary to support his fantasy in the future. OMG! What did I just agree to? Nervously, I straightened up the house and took a quick shower. Shivering with anticipation, butt naked and short of breath, I settled on the couch with my Mac, looking at YouPorn. When the doorbell rang, I froze. I cracked the door open to find a bearded 6'3" young man who looked as nervous and scared as I felt - that was comforting, he didn't seem like a nut job. Somehow, I managed to mumble "HI," and open the door. Wearing only a t-shirt and cotton shorts, silently he walked in. Without saying a word he turned to me and pulled down his shorts, slowly rubbing his almost hard penis that seemed a bit small for his height. Awkwardly, we stumbled a bit finally settling next to each other on the couch watching YouPorn with me naked and him with his shorts around his ankles, both rubbing ourselves slowly. "This isn't working for me," he blurted out. Panicked, I reached over and grabbed his cock,fumbling, finally working it firmly, pretending to know what I was doing. "Is this better?" I asked softly as he began to moan. I wanted to please him. Confused, not knowing what to do, I thought to myself, "Well, what would I like if I were him?" I'm guessing that he might like the same, so with my other hand I softly stroked his upper thighs, just like I do to myself. He moaned some more and sank a bit into the cushions. I squirted some lotion on to my palms and got back to business, he seemed pleased. I was enjoying myself too. As I pumped, his cock grew and became very hard. It seemed to be a bit smaller than mine but still a perfect size to play with. Right hand squeezing and pumping, left hand gently squeezing his balls I stopped blushing and started smiling. We made momentary eye contact and he said, "You like doing this, don't you?" "Yes," I replied with the heat returning to my face, embarrassed. "Seems that you do too." "You need to dress up for me," he said assertively. "I know, I will. This is fun," I said pumping faster as my breath became shorter and my heart raced, thumping heavily. "You need to kiss it," he said matter-of-factly, gently pushing my head toward his lap. "Do it...do what you're told," he coaxed softly. I did. I got down on my knees in front of him and kissed the tip. Then I kissed it some more. My entire body was on fire! "Lick it, lick it." I ran my tongue up and down his hard shaft, up and down. "That's it, that's a good girl," he whispered guiding my tongue by my ears. I was intensely humiliated, breathless and totally willing to do whatever he wanted. With all of the emotions overtaking me, surprisingly, I found myself to be comfortable, calm and still the most excited I can ever remember. "Take it all in, all the way, go ahead," I needed no more coaxing. In it went, all the way. It barely touched the back of my throat so I was happy because I thought I might gag. No gagging here, I was up and down that cock like a girl possessed. I was really happy to feel him squirming. I thought to myself that I seemed really good at this. Mumbling, he asked, "Do you swallow like a good girl?" Swallow? I was not prepared for this so meekly I said, "I never have." "You will," he said confidently, "but today doesn't have to be the day." Smiling, staring at his hard cock, a leaned back on my calves and pumped away. Ultimately, he screamed out loud and shot all over my hands. We both laughed as he came. Grabbing a towel, I cleaned him off in the nervous silence. Immediately, he stood up proclaiming, "I'm married and have a lot to lose. If we see each other on the street pretend that you don't know me, got it?" "Got it," I said meekly, disappointed. What was I expecting? "Get yourself some nice girlie things. I like satin and lace, big heels and stockings and don't forget the wig! I don't want to see that bald head!" He turned and left. Hmmmm, "I guess I have a boyfriend," Laughing to myself. And he seems quite bossy! My New Life: A Lesbian Love story I. BACKGROUND Traci was a tall slender blonde who had been my Mom's roommate in college. They'd stayed in touch and I kinda knew her from her short visits. She was apparently rather wealthy and traveled a lot. I'd never understood exactly what she did but it was somehow related to the classical music and jazz business. It was clear that Dad despised her - she was blatantly NON-Christian - but she always seemed to go out her way to be nice to me. Dad went along with my staying with her only because it was the only way he could afford to send me to a Christian college. I'd get free room and board in exchange for housekeeping and looking after things when she traveled. I am kind of a neat freak so that sounded great. More important, it got me out of the house and away from my Dad. When I arrived she greeted me like a long-lost friend and I settled quickly. Traci's house was gorgeous and she was very welcoming. She let me drink wine whenever I wanted even though I was only 19 and never asked questions about what I did on my own time or who I talked to or anything like that. For the first time in my life I was free, free to be ME. It was great and I quickly came to adore Traci. In fact I quite preferred her company to that of the kids at school.... I felt like an imposter there; I was so burned out on Christianity I didn't even want to hear the word. A NEW DAY, A NEW LIFE Traci was usually busy during the day, especially weekends but this Saturday was different - she was free and stayed home. We both slept in and she took us to eat. It was a pretty day so we put on jeans and t shirts. Traci suggested we go out for brunch at a new bistro she had heard about. On the way home I said that I felt decadently stuffed from the eggs benedict. "If you want real decadence, you need a mimosa," she laughed in response. "Champagne and OJ" "Champagne? I've never even tasted it...." I replied impulsively, immediately realizing that my statement would all but obligate her to buy some: that's how she'd been with me.... whatever I had not experienced she tried to give me, like the rich indulgent parent I had always dreamed would replace my ever so austere real ones. It made me feel guilty sometimes because of the money she spent. I wanted so desperately to keep this arrangement for the length of my college career that I tried to cost as little time and money as possible and did all I could to keep the house looking great. "Well you just solved my next problem" Traci chuckled. "There are three bottles of champagne taking up space in the spare 'frig. And I didn't know what I wanted to do with the rest of the day so if you are game.... we can have a pajama day with mimosas." "A pajama day?" I asked, never having heard the term. "It's just an expression" she said, "you don't go out or have anyone in and you can let your hair down, not worry about how you look and all. You know, wear pajamas all day if you want." "Only if you're sure that's what you want" I replied quickly to cover my faux pau. "Champagne's expensive. I am happy just like this ...." "We shall drink mimosas till sundown" she chimed, feigning the splendor of a royal proclamation, "because you, my dear, are, so far as I am concerned, a neglected Angel and it is my assignment in life to rectify that. Mimosas and pajamas.... or whatever else feels good to you . . . . that's the order of the day! I always laughed when Traci waxed pompous because there was a sarcasm to it that betrayed her humbler origins in my mom's childhood neighborhood and satirized her own socialite crowd. "The die is cast" I responded mirroring Traci's satire. "The queen shall pour and the maid servant shall clean the glasses" "No, no! There is no maid servant here, just my princess...." she intoned solemnly, but she might ought to clean the glasses anyway, been awhile since they were used," she winked and laughed. "But please, she added, with a note of seriousness, "never call yourself a servant again in this house, you are my guest for as long as you please." I felt my eyes burn with emotion but didn't know how to respond, barely squeaking out a Thank you. "Your queen has spoken." she dead panned, returning to her comic pomposity. "The word is banned from your lips, my princess. Endanger not thy birthright with foolishness." She said, kissing me on the forehead and holding my hands lightly. I wasn't quite sure what to make of the shift to guest from working for my room and board but didn't want to break the mood and decided to ask about it later... or maybe not at all. I really didn't mind the chores I had. And that's just what happened when we got home; I went straight to the kitchen & began wiping the fluted crystal glasses. "I shall return" she whispered" as she disappeared down the hall, returning a few moments later in a red silk caftan and slippers to mix the Mimosas. She put some lite jazz on the stereo and we sat in living room which overlooked her back yard garden. It was pretty even in fall and we were both pretty mellow by the end of the first bottle of bubbly. Have you ever opened a champagne bottle? She asked me upon draining her drink. "No" I laughed in reply. "Come, this you must learn," she hammed in her royal voice as she led me to the kitchen. She explained the details of the art of opening champagne and then started to show me when her hand slipped and the cork popped, directing the foam into my face and chest. I salvaged the bottle from her hands before she dropped it but I got pretty soaked in the process. "O God! I am so sorry, "she said dabbing at me with a dish towel. "I can mix them if you want to change and put those into soak. I hope it doesn't stain." "Doesn't matter, they're old anyway "I replied heading for the laundry room. I stripped to my panties there and then went to my room and slipped on a long blue silk robe that Traci had gifted me the first night there. I didn't get to spend much time with Traci but I really enjoyed it when she was around so I didn't want to waste any time. I also had acquired a taste for drinking and wanted to learn about champagne and all the other things that were so mysterious to me yet so familiar to her. "I can sure try" I replied eagerly. This new world of luxury and decadence that Traci was showing me kept me eager to learn and practice things like that. "It's a pajama day so no point in putting more clothes on, huh," I quipped as I entered the living room. "Ahh you learn so fast," she laughed. "Of course it's really all an evil plot to get you out of your clothes and corrupt your morals" she jested as I sat where she had set my glass at the far end of the couch from her. "At least that's what your father would probably say," she added with a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. "No doubt" I agreed. "But he's not here and we get to make all the choices, Right?" "Right." Traci said firmly. "Let's forbid all mention of sad things today and seek only beauty and pleasure. " "Amen and hallelujah!" I replied, raising my glass to toast the idea. We clinked glasses and sipped quietly for a minute staring out the picture window before Traci sighed deeply and smiled at me. "I hope you know that you really are beautiful and I really love having you here." She said pulling her legs out from under herself and leaning towards me. "You are like a breath of fresh air on a life that was getting stale." "That's so sweet," I replied, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "This has been the best 6 weeks of my life...... Thanks to you." My voice crackled with emotion. "I meant what I said before," Traci said looking deeply into my eyes. "I want you stay as long as you are happy here." She leaned forward across the short couch and brushed the hair away from my face with her fingers and traced a line down my jaw to my chin before letting her hand drop onto the couch between us. "You really are like a little princess that's just wandered into my life....I can't get over how pretty you are either" I had never really thought of myself as pretty, I was short and skinny and uncoordinated and somehow that remark burst the dam and my tears flowed. Embarrassed, I wiped them quickly and apologized for the outburst as I brought it under control. "Don't be sorry" she said softly. "I can't stand what you and your Mom have been thru with ....." she stopped suddenly but we both knew she was referring to my Dad's impact on our lives. We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before she moved across the couch next to me and laid her hand on my thigh. Her touch was soft and cool. "Would you.... would it be ok if I kissed you?" She asked. "Really kissed you?" I nodded shyly as chill of excitement ran down my back. She'd never touched me like this before, never asked to peck my cheek.... I could sense that something was very different as she pulled me to her and put her lips on mine. Then I felt her tongue probe my lips ever so gently. Instinctively they parted for her, but it seemed so strange. Our tongues flicked at each other in a long luxurious kiss, the softest I had ever experienced, yet somehow more stimulating, more erotic, than anything I had known before. She slowly broke the kiss and looked at me again. "You know I would never ask you to do anything you didn't want to, don't you?" her voice was a whisper but huskier than I had ever noticed before. "You can say no to anything and nothing changes here. Understand?" "Yea, sure, I know that, why?" I stammered, confused but suspicious as her hand rested on my thigh again, pushing the robe away this time and creeping higher. "Have you ever.... been with a woman? She asked hesitantly. "You mean.... biblically?" I flinched as I heard the word escape my mouth. "I mean uh um uh ...." "Yes, that's exactly what I mean" she smiled, watching me intently with a look that almost resembled fear in her eyes. "Uh no, but ..." "Your Mom never told you about ...." she asked cautiously. "No what do you mean? I asked, suddenly sure I knew the answer. "Oh you mean, like you are ..... A lesbian? "Well, not lezzie, she smiled softly, "but very bi. You excite me Rachel, like no one has since. . . . well for too many years." She was silent a moment and I saw tears well up in her eyes. Recovering her composure, she added in an almost business-like tone, "if you don't want to... If you want me to stay away from you . . . physically. That's ok, really, it's ok. Whatever will make you happy?" I could feel the blood rushing into my face as she watched my face for a reaction. "I never thought much about it till just now but...for you.... with you.... yes, yes I think I would like that." I whispered, my voice shaking along with my body. "But I haven't had a lot of uh you know, experience...I don't really know much about ....sex. Just the basics with guys, you know." "Yeah, I know Rachel. But you aren't a virgin...?" "No" I laughed "not since last year. But don't tell my ...." I stopped before I spoke his name and smiled at her. "Kinda stupid to even think you'd tell him, huh?" "No, not stupid, not after what you.... how you've had to grow up." She extended her hands and I took them. She gently pulled me to me to my feet and we embraced with another long deep kiss. "Shall we retire to the boudoir?" She smiled leading me by the hand up the stairs and into her room. It was white with chocolate colored furniture and a four poster bed canopied in sheer white cloth. She took both my hands and looked at me. The white sheer curtains were trimmed with gold. It was bigger than any bedroom I had ever imagined let alone seen. "Are you sure this is something you want too?" She said with a quiet intensity. "It's ok to say no. Nothing will change. Nothing at all. I promise." I slowly nodded. I was trembling but could feel the humidity building between my legs. My nipples were hard. I wanted her too. I wanted this to happen. Traci let go of my hands and pushed the hair away from face. Her hands slid slowly down my cheeks and neck to my shoulders. I untied the robe and she pushed it back off my shoulders; I felt it fall to the floor. She stepped back and looked at me "My God you are beautiful... more than I had even imagined" She gasped running her hands lightly down across my breasts before pulling me close as our lips and bodies crushed into each other's. We lowered ourselves to the bed as we embraced and she rolled over on top of me. Her silk caftan was cool against my skin. My skin tingled as its heat met the coolness of her caftan. I pushed my leg between hers and gently rubbed her mound with it. The heat from between her legs was incredible. She moaned as the kiss ended and nibbled my ear, then down my neck. I relaxed and let her pull away just far enough to bend over and suck my nipple. Her tongue rolled over the tip and circled the aureole slowly but firmly. Her fingers slipped under the waist of my panties. I lifted up just enough for her to pull them off. Electricity seemed to run straight from her mouth through my body as she returned to my nipple. I moaned again as she stood up and pulled the caftan off over her head. Her breasts were perky and sagged only a little. Her belly showed the pockmarks of age but only sagged a tiny bit. Her nipples were dark brown and hard with little tips that jutted out inviting my attention. She pushed her red bikinis to the floor and stepped out of them. Her bush was trimmed very short and had been shaved to the edges of her firm tight labia. "O God yes, Traci." I gasped as she sat beside me and ran her hand up my leg, fingertips grazing my lips before it drifted up to cup my breast. She gently twirled my nipple between her fingers as her other hand drew little circles up my thigh and teased the pouter edge of my labia. I gasped as she drew her finger firmly across the cleft, touching the entrance to my vagina before finding my clit and rubbing it with firm, gentle strokes. I moaned and reached for her but she was just out of reach. She lowered herself onto the bed beside me and pulled me to her. Our bodies met, breast to breast, tummy to tummy, our legs twined around each other's and our tongues dove deep into each other's mouths. Her hands roamed down my back and cupped my butt. I hugged her to me as tightly as I could, savoring the softness of her skin and the gentility of her touch. She rolled me onto my back and broke the embrace, kissing down my neck and chest before she took my nipple in her mouth again & sucked it gently, twirling her tongue around its edges and nibbling ever so gently on its tip. She kissed down my tummy and thigh, then up the other thigh. I gasped, anticipating her fingers as they pulled my lips open, exposing my overheated clit first to the cool air, then to the firm warmth of her tongue. She slid a finger into me, then a second one, massaging my interior as she worked them into me. I heard myself moan loudly as she stiffened her tongue and sucked firmly on my swollen clit. My hips rose as a wave of pleasure boiled up from her mouth and enveloped my belly, legs and chest. I grabbed at the sheets, then at her head, as though to pull her into me, to join us into a single entity of pleasure. I felt an orgasm sweep across me as my back arched off the bed and my hips bucked against her weight. I sighed loudly and collapsed as the wave of pleasure subsided into a warm glow. Traci pulled herself up next to me again and stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. "I think you like a woman's touch." She whispered, almost laughing. "Um hmmm... god that was good... O God, Traci, I love you" I said throwing my arms around her and pulling her tightly against me. "I love you too baby. You don't know how much I've wanted this...." He hand brushed the hair away from my face and she looked into my eyes. I hugged her tightly to me as hand explored the smooth curves of her back and cheeks, slowly moving into the crevice between her legs. I rolled over on top of her and imitated her earlier moves, kissing down her neck. I licked a spiral from the base of her breast slowly towards the nipple before I sucked it as gently as I could. My nails grazed down her belly and across her thighs before finding her lips. I massaged her clitty thru her lips. "Yes" she hissed, "o my God baby, yessss." My finger pushed her lips open and I slid into her, careful that the nail didn't catch her tender flesh. I slid the finger out and up to her clit in a single motion and began to rub as softly as I could. She moaned. I propped myself up on one elbow. I wanted to watch her beautiful body reply to my touch. I wanted to see pleasure in her face, pleasure that I gave her. Rubbing in slow circles I bent to suck her nipple and nibble her neck and ear. She moaned and I licked the lobe of her ear as one then two fingers pushed deep into, feeling along the top of her vagina for the magic spot. I felt it and saw it in her face at the same time. She lit up, her eyes flashed open, her back arched, a hiss then a soft moan escaped her half open lips. I luxuriated in the feel of her skin against my tongue as I kissed and licked my way back down her and along her thigh. Her perfume filled my nostrils, my tongue pressed between her lips, searching for that little button and found its goal. I tweaked it ever so gently before I began to suck on it. She arched and writhed. Her thighs clamped onto my head. Instinctively I slowed down and eased off on the pressure. My tongue barely touching her clit as my fingers found the firm spot below her entrance, above the bottom of her ass. I rubbed in smooth firm circles. "O my God, YES, YES YES." Her voice was strained and husky. Her body stiffened and quivered. It seemed to hang in space above me writhing. I slowly reduced the pressure from my tongue and fingers as she relaxed back onto the bed, her chest heaving in long, labored breaths, her eyes fluttered open, then slowly closed as she sighed. I lay beside her, my hand on her thigh. "Was it... was I...was it good, Traci?" I felt the blood rush to my face was I realized how stupid and insecure I sounded. Yes, o yes Rachel," she sighed. The she laughed softly. I think you're a natural just like...." Her voice cracked from emotion and she fell silent for a minute. "You're a natural, baby" she tried to finish as she discretely blinked a tear away. "Just like my mom, right? "Yea Baby, just like your mom" She stared intently at me for a second and then burst into quiet tears and pulled me to her. I hugged her just as tightly. We both sobbed, Tears of joy and sadness and longing and fear mixed together on my cheeks. I felt her chest spam in rhythm with my own. I knew what her tears meant as much I could understand my own. We lay in each other's arms, stroking, hugging, and murmuring for what seemed like only a few languid minutes. Late afternoon shadows had invaded the room before we spoke. "I suppose we should eat pretty soon, Traci sighed. "I guess" I whispered, not wanting the moment to ever end. "What are you in the mood for?" Traci raised herself and rolled to face me. "I meant what I said before... and NOT just because you slept with me..... The only rule I have for you is that you never, never think of yourself as anything but my guest, my lover. I want you to stay.... I want you....to do what makes you happy." "You Traci, the way you are... that makes me happy.... I don't ever want to leave." Sadness crept into my heart and voice as I suddenly remembered that this was all to end at least briefly with the semester... that I was expected home for xmass. Fear welled up in my belly. "You don't have to, baby...I have business trips, you have your school....the rest of the time we have each other." Her fingers touched my face reassuringly. My New Life: A Lesbian Love story "Yeah," I said trying to be cheerful. "The break isn't THAT long." She shrugged. "You don't want to go home? Don't." "I gotta. It's not that bad I guess. And you know he won't pay my tuition if I don't come home and... shit, look at the school he's got me in. You know how he is..." "You don't wanna go home, don't. You don't like that school, register at the State University.... Tuition is.... Not an issue for me. Chicken feed. Ask my accountant." "You mean that, Traci? Are you sure? I don't wanta be a burden or anything. "Shhhhhh" she put her fingertip on my lips. "You are my delight. And it's not just your beautiful body that I love. It's what's in here she whispered, tapping my chest. That's what I love most, your heart... pardon the expression, but ... your soul." I buried my head in the hair on her shoulder and sobbed for a minute. Then an evil thought came to me and a grin crossed my face. "If he finds out..... when he hears I am not coming home, switching schools, not 'his" any more.... It will make him crazy... instead of the other way around." You're right. She laughed. "And you know that he will know... about us... this." Her hand caressed my breast. "Yea" she smiled cruelly. But you are of age and you control your life now. Not him, not me.... Remember that always. Never let someone else tell what to do... or who to love... not even me." The firmness of her tone startled me a little but there was a sad distant look in her eyes... the look of the painful memory of a long ago, lost lover. "One more question before we eat." She said looking me in the eyes. "How much do you like your room?" "It's great" I shrugged, a little confused. "Bigger and prettier than any I ever had...why?" "Remember you can say no to anything at any time... She paused. "I just thought that maybe you could move in here. A lot of time has gone by since .... I don't want to sleep alone any more ...." Her voice cracked with emotion as she gazed at me. I smiled at her and looked around the palatial room. "There is nowhere on this earth that I would rather sleep Traci... as long as you are here or on your way back." My New Life as a Cuckold I didn't start out as a cuckold. When me and my wife decided to become swingers it was going to only be single women since my wife is bisexual. We did that a few times. It was hot, but never memorable. Then we decided to try a full on swap with another couple. The first couple of times were OK. The other couples were just all right looking and the spouses never really seemed that into it. Then we met up with a couple that changed our lives. We met Hillary and Neal at a local bar and they turned out to be very good looking. We had some drinks and started chatting and flirting. Soon, we all decided to get out of there and head back to their place. More drinks were poured and we all sat around the table drinking, flirting, kissing and touching. Next thing I know, Hillary takes my hand and leads me upstairs to their bedroom. I looked at my wife and she waved me on, whispering "go have fun!" As Hillary and I were making out, all I could think about was my wife alone in some other room with Neal. I was so turned on! I wanted to be there watching! I kept my concentration up just long enough to have fun with Hillary. I know I came a little quick, just because I couldn't stop thinking of my wife alone with Neal. After a while of chit chat back and forth, my wife came up the stairs to hang out with us. The two girls started going at it, fingering, licking up our cum and making out. I got so hard watching them go at it. I got behind my wife and as I entered her, I knew immediately this was way better going second! The feeling of her stretched out pussy and the feeling of the other mans cum lubing up my cock was such a turn on. I only lasted a few minutes and blasted another load into my wife's already used pussy. Hillary quickly got between my wife's legs and eagerly lapped up my second load of cum. They started making out, sharing my cum when Neal walked into the bedroom. His cock was half hard, but immediately grew to full hardness. My mouth fell open. His cock was so thick! It wasn't super long, but massively thick, like a beer can. No wonder my wife's pussy was so stretched out! He walked up to the girls, his massive cock waving and bouncing in the air and put it up against my wife's mouth. She greedily took it into her mouth and I could see her tiny tongue swirl around his massive head. He let out a groan as Hillary stood up and started kissing him. I was so spent so I decided to watch the action from a nearby chair. As I sat, I heard my wife say, "Please give me more of that fat cock Neal. Fuck me like a little slut!" Hillary said, "I want to see you shove that fat cock in another woman and make her cum baby. Fuck her good for me." Hillary motioned to my wife that they get into a 69, with my wife on top. I saw Neal line up his massive cock to my wife's well used pussy. As it entered her, I saw my wife's eyes roll back and let out a massive moan. "Oh fuck Neal!Your cock is so good! Fuck that pussy and make it yours baby!" Her pussy easily took his massive cock and Neal immediately started pounding her pussy relentlessly. My little cock sprang back to life and I just sat there in the chair with a rock hard cock. I heard my wife let out sounds I had never heard before! "Fuck this pussy Neal. Make me a slut for your cock. Make me cum. This is the best fucking I've had in a long time. Give me that cock baby. Make me hurt!" Neal grabbed her hips and started fucking her slower and deeper. "You are such a slut for this cock aren't you?" he said as he spanked her ass. "You are gonna do anything for this cock from now on aren't you? You will only want my cock won't you whore?" All of this dirty talk and Neal's big cock must have sent my wife over the edge because she shuddered and let out a moan and came hard. My wife dove back down between Hillary's legs and lapped at her pussy as Hillary started vigorously licking my wife's super sensitive clit. Neal just kept fucking my wife, showing no signs of cumming anytime soon. He would occasionally pull out of my wife's pussy and let Hillary lick his cock clean of my wife's pussy juices. After about a good 20 minutes of fucking my wife doggy style, Neal barked out, "Get on your back so I can really fuck you good and make you a true slut for my cock." My wife quickly got onto her back. She grabbed her legs and spread them wide to grant Neal easy access to her well fucked pussy. As my wife got on her back, I could see her pussy. It was bright red, swollen and gaped wide open. I looked at my wife with a look of concern, but she was to busy to even look at me. Neal grabbed some lube, squirted it on the head of his fat cock and dove right back into my wife's pussy. My wife immediately let out a scream and came again. He grabbed her legs, mounted them over his shoulders and started pile driving his cock deep into my wife's pussy. My wife kept grunting, "Fuck me! Fuck me please. Don't stop till you shoot your cum deep into me. Oh fuck I love your cock. Please keep fucking me!" A twinge of jealousy ran through my bones, wondering if I could ever satisfy her again after watching this fat cocked stud fuck her now for almost an hour total in that night. My cock almost started to soften as I was feeling jealous but then her massive scream as another orgasm hit her brought me back to reality. Her whole body shook and apparently that was all it took for Neal's massive cock to shoot out its second load of the night. She begged for his cum and grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter so it would shoot into her deeper. Neal got up off of her and started to pull his cock out. As it finally pulled all the way out, I could see my wife's pussy, and it was so beaten up and gaped wide open. I then looked at Neal's cock and just stared at it. I knew he had shown my wife a side to swinging she would want repeatedly. My eyes made contact with him and he just smiled at me, winked, then waved me over to get a closer look. I crawled over to my wife and just looked at his still semi hard cock and my wife's pussy. Neal laughed out loud and said, "I guess I finally gave her something she had been desiring for a long time huh cucky?" I looked at him inquisitively. "Cucky?" He laughed again. "Yes, my little cuckold. I knew I could turn you two into a cuckold relationship. Your wife told me after I fucked her the first time downstairs that she has never had anything like my cock before and she can't give up big cocks anymore. So, it looks like you either let her fuck big bulls like me more often, or you won't be getting anymore sex, period." I looked at her, she nodded and they all laughed at me. I turned bright red, embarrassed, and wanted to yell, but I knew Neal was right. I couldn't fuck my wife like that, ever! I looked back up at this "bull" and he ordered me to lick his cock clean. I looked shocked! "I'm not gay!", I yelled at Neal. I looked at my wife and she just looked back sternly and said, "Do it now. This is who you are. So, lick his cock clean, and you better do a good job." Neal positioned his cock in front of my mouth and I don't know what came over me, but my mouth opened. I licked it clean as they all laughed at me. Hillary came over and helped guide me how to clean a cock perfectly. Our tongues intertwined around Neal's fat cock and soon his cock had no juices left except our saliva on it. Hillary then grabbed me, drug me over to my wife's pussy and said, " Clean up her pussy now." I dove into my wife's stretched out pussy and started tasting Neal's cum and her juices. Something must have come over me because my cock got so hard tasting Neal's cum in my wife's pussy. She grabbed my head and shoved me deeper. "Get all that cum out of me you sissy," she said. "You know you like sucking cock and eating other men's cum don't you? You are such a cuckold! Look at you! You are sucking another mans cum out your wife's pussy!" I moaned in agreement and blushed. I felt like such an idiot, a gay service boy and yet I was so turned on. After I was done licking my wife clean, we all got dressed. Hillary and Neal walked us downstairs and to the door. At the door Neal grabbed my wife and kissed her deeply. I just looked on knowing I had to watch and to not say anything. Hillary came up to me, kissed me on the cheek and said, "I had a lot of fun tonight. You were such a good little sissy cuckold!" When we got in the car, I looked at my wife and asked her if she was serious and if it wasn't all just sexy talk during the heat of the moment. She laughed, looked at me and said, "No my little cucky. I will be fucking other hung men from now on. You opened this door, so you can't complain. I will now only fuck you after my dates have fucked me first and you have cleaned me up. That is the rule. If you don't clean me up or do it poorly, no sex for you. Your little cock can never fuck me like that and I can't stop having big cocks. I still love you as a husband, but sexually I need more. So, we either do this together, or I'll do it solo. Got it?" "Yes, honey," I replied. Little did she know my cock was rock hard knowing I was loving every minute of this new situation!