0 comments/ 7473 views/ 0 favorites The Road From Ojai Ch. 02 By: Angelscuck We both stared at the tall, red-haired beauty that had just asked my wife to dance. She introduced herself as Michelle. Apparently she was the owner of the Orchid Club and had been watching Angel since she arrived. Once again I watched my wife being led onto the dance floor by a beautiful woman. This time it was different. No groping or fondling. I watched with envy as Michelle expertly swayed, dipped and spun my wife around the floor like a puppet. The other couples stopped dancing and watched the two women gently glided across the floor like Fred and Ginger. I had never seen Angel dance like this. I guess she just needed the right partner. I started getting jealous watching the two women gazing deep into each other's eyes. The chemistry between them was magical and I was getting a little worried. The waitress brought me a refill and noticed my anxiety. "Watch out," she chided, "Michelle has stolen more than one wife. Better get her out of here!" I replied, smugly, "I'm not worried; no one can steal my Angel." "OK, don't say I didn't warn you." She answered, laughingly. When I looked back to the dance floor I noticed Angel and Michelle were missing. I got up and went to the back room but they were nowhere to be found. I went back to the table and finished my drink, then another, and another. I was getting a little tipsy by the time Angel returned to our table. "Where have you been?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Oh," my wife replied. Michelle took me on a tour of the club and the grounds. It has stopped raining and the fresh air smelled wonderful." I was getting drowsy from the alcohol and Angel was worn out from her earlier sexual escapades so we decided to go to the back room and go to sleep. After a few hours, I woke up only to find Angel missing again. "Now where has she gone?!" I thought to myself. I tried to get back to sleep but found it impossible. After about thirty minutes I was about to go looking for her when she crawled back into the bed with me. I decided not to question her. In a few hours we would be out of here and I would once more have my Angel, exclusively. The sun was beginning to rise when the pretty blond waitress whispered into my wife's ear. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey..." We were both famished and the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee made us both jump to our feet and follow our noses into the main room. There was a beautiful breakfast buffet set up with fresh fruit, sweet rolls, pineapple juice, eggs and coffee. Michelle was looking stunning in the morning sun as she smiled at Angel and said, "Sweets for my sweet, darling." I gobbled down my breakfast while Angel and Michelle kissed, fondled and touched each other, chatting away like life-long friends, completely ignoring me. I called the towing service and after about an hour they showed up with some gas and we were on our way. We didn't talk much on the way home. Angel seemed distracted and distant. I then began to realize that she had quite an experience last night and needed time to process it. A few days later, I noticed that my wife was getting ready to go out, hair, make-up, new dress, the whole nine yards. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Oh," Michelle called, she is in town on business and wanted to meet me for lunch," Angel replied, "I won't be gone too long." I watched her walk out the door, without giving me our usual good bye kiss. As a matter of fact, she has been rather distant ever since we had returned from the club. After about four hours I was beginning to worry. I started to dial her mobile phone when she called. "Hello Darling," she began, "Sorry, I'm late but we have a proposition for you. If you would like to have a three-way with Michelle and I tonight there are some rules. 1. You must do everything we say, immediately, without hesitation. 2. You will only talk, when spoken to. 3.Any violation of these rules will result in extreme punishment. Do I make myself clear? I was a bit taken back at first but the idea of being dominated and made a sex toy to beautiful women was just too good to pass up. "Y-yes," I stammered pathetically. "Good," Angel replied, "We will be home in about an hour. You are to make sure the house is neat and then bathe. We want you clean and naked when we get there..." I heard a click as she hung up the phone. I ran around the place, frantically straightening and cleaning, then into the shower for a good scrub. I toweled dry and not bothering to put anything on. I carefully inspected the apartment to make sure everything was neat. Then I waited, and waited. They kept me waiting for three hours knowing it would drive me crazy. Eventually they arrived with packages. When Michelle saw me naked, she laughed, saying "Well what do we have here, kind of reminds me of a big, pink teddy bear. Look at the dick, no, dick is not the right word, let's call it a peepee. It's hardly big enough to satisfy any woman. Hope he know how to eat pussy." "Well, I..," I pathetically answered and SMACK, Michelle let me have a hard slap across the face. "You will not speak unless spoken to. That was the last warning. If it happens again, you'll find yourself, made up like a whore, dressed in panties on the streets of East Los Angeles. Do I make myself clear?" she warned. I quickly nodded my head, glancing at Angel who was laughing at my predicament and submissiveness. "Put on the Man-breaker." She ordered Angel. The Road From Ojai Ch. 03 Angel quickly opened one of the packages and unwrapped a strange device which looked like a small penis- garter and placed it around my dick. Then she put another attachment around my balls and up my ass. She handed the remote control to Michelle, who then handed it back and said, "Show him what happens if he should hesitate performing any of our demands." Angel hit the button and immediately I felt a jolt of electricity shoot down my penis, inside my scrotum and deep into my rectum. The pain was excruciating. I screamed in agony and tears welled up in my eyes. "What you have experienced is an electrical shock at the lowest setting for only a fraction of a second," Michelle explained. "I see, like most wimps, you have a very low sensitivity to pain. Good, that will make this even more enjoyable!" Angel was then told to tie me to the chair in the bedroom and place a ball gag in my mouth. After that she opened up another package and removed a kind of tubing with small spikes on the inside. She slid it on my dick and told me if I got an erection, the spikes would go into the skin of my shaft and hurt like hell. This is not what I had expected; I was helpless, completely at their command and getting very turned on and to make things worse, I felt my cock start to harden. I could feel the spikes dig into my flesh as my dick swelled, causing my erection to fade. It hurt like hell and kept repeating over and over. Michelle then turned to my wife and said, "Strip, bitch!" Angel immediately disrobed and I was shocked to see a few changes had been made. Her pubic area was shaved and tattooed on her vulva were the words, "Michelle's Bitch." She was wearing a clit ring and both nipples were pierced with medium-sized rings which were held together with a golden chain. I was beginning to fully understand the nature of their relationship. My sweet wife was not only Michelle's lover, but her slave as well. Angel now naked, immediately got down on her knees in front of Michelle. "Who are you?" Michelle asked. Angel quickly replied, "Your slave, your bitch, your whore. Your property to do with as you see fit. To fuck or suck anyone you tell me to and do whatever you request of me." "And what about him?" she said, pointing at me. "He means nothing to me, you are my mistress and my world!" my wife quickly answered. I was stunned by her reply. I couldn't believe that Angel would allow herself to be so completely dominated and cast me aside so easily but then I realized, I was well on my way to the same place. "You may kiss my ass, slave." Michelle commanded, turning around and parting her ass cheeks with both hands as my sweet wife buried her face between her mistress's buttocks planting sweet kisses on her anus. "See, little man," Michelle teased, "You have lost your wife to a superior woman. She now belongs to me, to do with and I so please and soon, you too will me mine. I was starting to panic. This was no longer a game. It had all gone too far and I had allowed it to happen. I spent the next hour watching my wife being used and abused by her new mistress. My cock kept repeating its swelling, spike puncture, deflating process. After they had tired of making love, the next turned their attention toward me. Upon command, Angel strapped on a giant dildo and I was bent over the bed, face down to receive my deflowering. I did not try to refuse; the threat of the electrical devise was all they needed to control me. "Fuck the little faggot!" Michelle ordered, and quickly I began to feel the dildo slide into my ass. It hurt like hell but after a few strokes, I began to relax and the pain decreased. It even began to feel quite pleasant and I started to respond, only to feel the spikes poking my penis causing my erection to subside. "Look, "Michelle laughed, "the little sissy likes it," pointing to the pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock. "See, you married a little faggot. We will have him sucking cock in no time!" Both women laughed at me. I was turning red with embarrassment, betrayed by my own dick. "I can hardly wait to see that," Angel chided, "He can suck real men hard to fuck me!" I felt totally humiliated, emasculated and defeated. Angel, the love of my life was enjoying my debasement and seemed to have lost any respect she ever had for me. Angel kept pounding away at my ass while Michelle climbed up on the bed forcing me to lick and suck her pussy while my wife butt-fucked me. "Maybe when we are through with him we can dress him in drag and pimp him out to some of my some friends who love little sissies!" Michelle added and both women laughed. "Darling, are you awake?" My wife asked, "Sorry about being late but Michelle's business took longer than she expected. Did you miss me?" Everything slowly came back into focus. It had all been a dream, no three-way, not torture, nothing; just a weird fucking dream! Angel was still mine, all was well. I felt a sense of tremendously relief. "Oh, by the way," Angel added, "Michelle asked us if we wanted to come to a party at the Club next weekend, are you up for it?" "Why don't we just pass on the party," I replied. "You never know how these things can end up." "OK" my wife replied, "Just though you might get a kick out of it."