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Pippa and Harry Ch. 01

By: ColinRupert



IF YOU DO NOT LIKE CUCKOLD STORIES OR ONES WHERE THE WIFE BECOMES VERY DOMINANT... PLEASE DO NOT READ - FOR THOSE THAT DO I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THE START

Pippa and Harry -- A Journey

Chapter 1 -- Friday Evening in late January. Steve the 'match'..

'That was quick!'

My wife was looking up at me half smiling...

I felt somewhat embarrassed. We had been playing about in bed as married couples do who have been together for some years. I had just rolled on top of Pippa, with her encouragement, but as I entered her I just exploded.

'So??'

'What??'

'Why??'

'Err... not sure.' 

'Well something must have set you off. That's not happened in years. Come on... share it...'

'Not sure I can.' 

'Why not?'

'I think you might be upset.'

'Try me. If it turns you on so much maybe we should explore it...'

Pippa had by now wriggled out from underneath me and was lying on her side looking at me, her head propped up by her right hand. Clearly I was not going to get away... 

'What was it?'

Nervously, hesitating again I looked at Pippa who was starting to grin..

'Darling are you alright? You look embarrassed' 

I looked away and down as I felt Pippa's left hand encircle my penis which was starting to harden again..

'Oh my something's really exciting you. You've never got this hard again so quickly in years...'

I looked up again. I was excited.

Now Pippa was gently moving her hand up and down, feathering her fingers over my groin and balls. Exquisite. I took a deep breath. 'I was thinking about you and Steve.'

'Steve?'

'Yes. I found as we were playing together with each other, talking about the evening, I had this mental picture of you and him...' my voice trailed off

'No.'

'Afraid so. Yes'

Now Pippa's eyes were full of laughter, as was her voice.

'So you climaxed as you entered me thinking exactly what?'

I knew I was going red in the face.

'I imagined he was fucking you instead of me.'

'Oh golly, that is nasty.'

'Sorry.'

'Oh don't be sorry. It's just somewhat surprising. What led you to that?'

'You really want to know?'

'Sure do. Anything that can bring you off that quickly is something I should know about.'

I tried to put my hands round Sandy to draw her in for a passionate kiss. 

'No way. That can wait. I want to hear the story. You've never met Steve till now anyway.'

I sighed. 

'I think that is just the point. I had never met him, but I knew from our conversations over the years that he was your lover when you were at university and that he had then gone off to Australia for an engineering job in mining. He sends a Christmas card each year and, I'm guessing as this I do not know for sure, one of the Valentine cards you get each year is definitely not from me...'

'Your kidding?'

'No. You have always commented how did I manage to arrange to send them from so many different countries, how outrageous they were...I have denied sending them but you have never believed me.'

'Till now.'

I could see that Pippa was now thinking about this. Her hand was just holding my cock which was firmly hard, gently throbbing.

'Go on.'

'I also know you get a letter in those Christmas cards. I suspect you sent at least one back.'

Pippa's hand dropped from my cock.

'You know about those letters?'

'Not what's in them but once a couple of years ago when you were ill and I was looking after the children the cards came in and I opened them.. including the one with the Australian postmark. There was a letter in it for you, marked 'private' and because I was rushed off my feet with the twins I just glanced at it. I thought very little of it then... but later it started me thinking..'

'Why?'

'I remember it started off 'Dearest Pips' and at the end number of ''kisses'' had been added at the bottom. Then when I looked for it to give it to you I could only find the card.. I assumed I had lost the letter, but later after the next Valentine's day card came in post marked Singapore it set me thinking. Singapore and Australia are very close.. ' Now Pippa was really concentrating on me..

'Then last Christmas you tell me he's now got a job in Cornwall teaching practical mining engineering and that he's suggested we meet up for dinner in London on his way through later on in the new year. Seems ok, but I start to wonder what you guys were like together, what you write to each other, and when I do it excites me'

I looked away somewhat shamefaced.

'Sorry but it does.'

Pippa's arms were now round me and she was kissing me. I was holding her also. My penis was rock hard.

'Relax darling. It's ok. You can tell me. Seems like you enjoy talking about it anyway...'

Pippa was now rubbing her body against mine... and there was a solid bar in between..

'Then we meet him this evening and you clearly still do like him a lot. There was a sparkle in your eyes and you flirted a little with him.' 

I hesitated again..

'Go on. I want all of it. All your feelings..'

'There were a few moments tonight which made me squirm, my stomach ache, but excited me and all evening I kept of finding myself with an erection.'

I stopped. Surely that was enough.

'Go on, you must tell me if it turns you so much' 'I find it somewhat humiliating.'

'But clearly that also turned you on tonight .'

Pippa was again playing with my erection and now also teasing my nipples with her other hand. I just held her. I could not concentrate on anything else.

'Did it?'

'What?'

'Turn you on.'

'Yes.'

'Oh my we are finding things out tonight...' 'Let's hear the rest of the story then. What few moments??'

'When we arrived and I excused myself as I had to go to the bathroom. I was so screwed up with tension. Then when I returned you had already gone to the bar. As I walked in I could see you and a man, which turned out as I expected to be Steve, sitting side by side on stools chatting. You were flicking your hair and as I approached I could see the fun in your eyes.'

'That's all it was Harry, just fun. I love you.'

I could see Pippa was concerned now. I think she was realising that this could turn quite serious.

'It's ok Pippa I know that. It's just... I don't know it turned me for some reason. Even more so when I arrived and had to stand behind you both for a moment before you turned and introduced me. You never said he was that much larger than me or that he was so strong. He nearly broke my hand when we shook hands you know. It's still tender.'

I looked hard at Pippa when I said this and she had the good grace to blush a little and look down.

'I did not wish you to be jealous.....I know he was a bit of a 'hunk'... That's why I went out with him at Uni. And it seems he still is..."

I jerked as Pippa said this and clearly she felt it through my penis.

'So you like that do you?'

'What?'

'Come on you know.'

I tried to look away but the pillow and bed would not allow it and then Pippa's hand which had been playing with my nipples took my jaw in her hand and turned my face to her. Leaning in she kissed me, gently at first, then with more force till her tongue was in my mouth, whirling around. As we broke apart a slightly serious look came over her.

'Imagine that was me and Steve'

My whole body shook and jerked and I felt as if I would climax again.

'Wow.' 

I felt worse, but oh so excited. I was sure I had never been harder.

'Go on'

'Then there was no seat for me next to you so I had to take one next to Steve.' 

'I know and I thought it was very nice of you to say to Steve that he should talk to me rather than try and lean back. Those stools were so tight into the bar.'

'True. But as Steve turned his back to me.. it was as if I was there on my own and you on a date with Steve. You know what the crazy thing was?'

'No.'

'It made me hot to think of you being on a date with Steve'

'That is crazy.'

'I know and I am feeling guilty about it.'

'No need to. You were there. It wasn't a date.'

'True but it felt like one...'

Anything else?'

'Actually yes. I found it excruciatingly when you guys stood up and when Steve took your arm and you both turned to me and you said to the barman, but also to me.. 'I'm sure my husband will pay'. I could have died.'

'Well you didn't.'

'No But I felt as if I could'

'Dear dear Harry... how hard you are... there must have been something you liked about it...'

I was trapped.

'What were you feeling?'

I was almost stuttering now..

'1.. 1...found it one of the most stimulating moments of my life.' 'What me standing holding Steve's arm and saying you would pay? You truly are starting to worry me.... But it must be true as your as hard as anything and leaking precum all over my hand.'

Pippa had looked down at my cock and was now looking up into my face.

I could only nod.

'This truly is a different night...'

I nodded. It was all I could do.

'So...'

Pippa was prodding me again. I had sort of gone into dreamland..

'When later after dinner we went to that club and you danced with Steve. Especially in that slow dance when he held you close and, although it was dark, I am sure I saw his hand slip down over your bottom.. and... I am not sure, I probably imagined it, but I thought he might have given you quite a kiss on the mouth.'

As a I said these words Pippa blushed. 

'So he did?'

'Yes.' 

'Did you return the kiss?'

'Only a little... but if I had known how you feel maybe I should have given him a deeper one...'

I felt as if I would cum again on the spot. I was trying to 'fuck' the hand Pippa was holding round my cock. She was now smiling at me in a mischievous way. She knew.

'Who's an excited little boy then??'

Little boy?????? With that I came again all over her hand. Damn

'What did you do that for?'

'I just couldn't help myself.'

'Well I'm not going to get fucked tonight am I? 

Clearly Pippa was not happy.

'You should have been able to control yourself, you've never been able to get it up three times in a night even when we were on our honeymoon.'

'I normally can control myself as you know, but for whatever reason tonight I couldn't.'

'Fat lot of use you are then.'

'Well maybe you can use your vibrator.' 

'Looks like I will have to.' 

Pippa turned away to her bedside table and opened the top draw and took out her vibrator. It was something I had purchased some years ago, not much longer than my 6 inches and about as wide as I am. We did not use it often in our play, although I did wonder why it was in the top draw. Normally it was in the second or third one down... As she rolled back towards me I wondered..

'Can I go down on you at the same time??'

Pippa looked steadily at me. I could not decide what she was thinking. 

'Ok but be gentle and allow me space to dictate the speed..'

I smiled, it was one of the things I loved doing for Pippa, although she seemed to prefer it when I fucked her. Just as I was moving to go down to that musky aromatic heaven..

'Harry ..'

I looked up

'You see this??' (she was holding up the vibrator) 

'Yes'

'While you down there here's a thought for you.'

Pippa was grinning at me.. her eyes glittering..

'Steve's cock definitely longer and wider than this...and I'll be thinking of it..'

I felt nauseas. My throat felt dry, my balls ached from coming twice so quickly, but I was hard again. I looked down Pippa was also looking and giggling.

'Seems like you like the idea... a lot...'

Down I went, to that hot, damp, actually very wet, area between Pippa's thighs. I loved giving Pippa pleasure this way.. moving my tongue from side to side on her clitoris while she fucked herself with the dildo. It was heaven. It did not take long for Pippa to have a most explosive orgasm. I went to move away and her legs twisted over and held me there. It was difficult to take breath. 

'No need to move yet. We can do that again shortly.'

And we did.

I found that I was hard.. . I wanted to come AGAIN... I went to mount Pippa but she pushed me away.

'Enough.'

We rolled over somewhat apart and I started to gently play with myself thinking of all that we had done. Magic. Suddenly a hand landed on me and gave me a squeeze.

'Owe! That hurt.' 

Pippa's hand had landed on my right hand which I had been using which was still tender from the handshake that I had received from Steve.

'No more wanking. I cannot believe you want to come again. However I want you raring to go tomorrow. The kids are still with your parents and we have all of tomorrow to ourselves. Think of something else. Count sheep or something.'

I really had no choice and anyway I was actually fairly worn out with our activities anyway. It did not take me long to drift off into a deep sleep.

(Hopefully if people like it will post a Chapter 2 shortly... Saturday. A Meal Out)

Pippa and Harry Ch. 02



AGAIN. THIS IS A CUCKOLD STORY WITH THE WIFE BECOMING MORE DOMINANT. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE STORIES PLEASE DO NOT READ. THANK YOU.

Chapter 2 -- Saturday. A Meal Out.

Morning broke and we both woke up together. We kissed and there was a great feeling in the air. It was as if we were on honeymoon again.

'How about we go for a drive, find a nice restaurant for an early dinner and then retire to bed?'

'Before we have even left it?'

'Yep. Because I'm in danger of wanting to jump on you..'

I was already hard and pressing up against Pippa

'Typical.'

I could hear the fun in Pippa's voice.

'But your right, put that away and let's get going it seems a great idea. The day to ourselves. Know what the weather is going to be like?'

'Supposed to be hot again..'

As it turned out it was and I wondered if Pippa used it to tease me. She had on a fairly short skirt and a light blouse which soon draw my attention once we were in the car and driving out into the country. We had a fun BMW Z4. The top down. The wind in our hair...

'Do I detect no bra?'

'Like it?'

'I want to stop now...'

'Oh no you don't. Just concentrate on the driving..'

Not without difficulty I thought... but I managed it.

Later on we found a nice pub come restaurant for an early dinner. Some early punters were in however we managed to get a table. It was a bit close to the bar, but not bad. As we sat down Pippa leaned in and whispered in my ear..

'Would you like me to undo an extra blouse button'

'Absolutely'. 

I was grinning again.

Pippa had withdrawn her head from my ear to see my expression she moved to whisper again

'Do remember others might see something.'

I gulped and knew that I was straining to get hard. Good thing I had fairly firm jeans on.. Pippa was grinning.

'I thought you would like that idea.'

Half way through I suddenly realised that not only was I getting an eyeful of Pippa's charms.. when she leaned forward.. so too where the guys standing at the bar. It was distinctly more crowded at the end where our table was. Pippa seemed oblivious, but I realised that this was not the case, when, as we ended our meal, she scribbled a note on her paper napkin which she had not used. Folded it, then handed it to me as she got up.

'Just got to go to the ladies. See you shortly.'

Eyes at the bar, which was now quite crowded, followed her. I leant back in my chair and unfolded the napkin. 

''Pay bill. Tell check shirt you need the little boys room. Ask him to tell me to meet you at car. Go to car. If I am not there in 20 mins come back in. Remember I love you. Kisses.''

I sat there staring at the note. I found again I was glad I was wearing what I was. The jeans were strong enough to hold my erection contained. It felt strange to be restrained, but hot. I knew I was already leaking pre-cum.

Could I do it? What if I did not? I could feel my pulse pounding... Something inside me said 'go for it'..

I went up to the bar and paid. Looked round. 'Check shirt' was one of those guys who make you feel quite inferior. Tall, well built, but not fat, interesting face. I not seen him before and I realised why. He had been standing slightly to one side and behind me chatting to a small group of guys. Deep breath. I went up to him

'Excuse me'

'Yes'

'Sorry to disturb you, but I have just paid my bill and I need the little boys room rather urgently..'

My face felt hot. I just knew I must be going red..

'So?' 

A deep even voice, confident sounding of his own ability and strength.

'Err well I need to go and my wife is not yet back. I wondered if you could ask tell her when she gets back her to meet me at our car??'

'I can, but why don't you just let her wait here??'

'No. Please just tell her.'

'Alright, but if you ask me your lady is not one to tell. I think you might find she might like to have a drink with us.'

I did not know what to say. I tried to be cool, but I knew it sounded wrong.

'Guess we will have to see. I have to run.'

'You do that. Off to the little boys room...'

With that he turned to the group and I went off. I decided I would use the boys room anyway. I wanted to 'adjust' myself as the position of my cock trying to get hard was somewhat painful... It was as if I was in a chastity device. 

As I thought about that it felt as if my cock was going to burst. I must be mad.

As I reached the mens I had to pass the ladies and as I did so Pippa came out. She did not see me as I had just gone past and the movement of the closing door made me look back. As she headed diagonally away from me towards the bar I could see that she had let her blond hair down and that she had put on more make up.

I hurried on. Fortunately there was a 'stall' so I could not only take a pee but adjust myself. As I did so I heard a couple of guys come in. I recognised the voices from the bar. They were clearly standing at the urinals.

'You reckon Jim's going to score?'

'How can he? Her husband must be close by.'

'Well she was none too pleased about being 'told' to go to the car was she?'

'Nope'. 

'What was it she said? something like ''If that little boy told be to wait by the car by myself he can think again'' Didn't take long for Jim to offer her a drink.' 

'And for her to accept.'

'Cracking tits. No bra.'

Yep.

'Reckon Jim cop a handful?'

'Good chance.' 

'Come on let's get back. Great view. Be fun to watch Jim in action.' 

I was sweating. I waited a short while longer. It seemed like ages.

Came out. Washed up and tried to freshen up with some cold water on my face. I held out my hands. My whole body was shaking. Gut wrenching. I was so hard. What to do? Back to bar? I checked my watch 10 minutes gone. Another 10 to go. (It was only later I wondered why I had not just ignored Pippa's instructions and just gone back in).

No choice. I went out to the car. Slipping out the back entrance so I did not need to go back through the bar. I sat in the car and time passed as slow as I have ever known. Eventually 10 minutes elapsed. I had hoped that Pippa would have come out, but there was not sign. I got out of the car. Locked it. Took some deep breaths to try and steady and slow my pumping heart and went back in.

The bar had been steadily filling up. It was clearly popular. The restaurant area was also doing good trade. I got in, but found that I could not see Pippa. I guessed she would be over near our table which of course was at the far end. 

I squeezed by and eventually caught a glimpse. They were there, where I thought they might be. Clearly have a good time in the group. Check shirt, 'Jim' I guessed, had his arm round Pippa's waist. 

When I saw it I stopped dead. Oh no... but my erection was throbbing and hurting again. Why why??

I moved on again and eased myself closer. Jim caught my eye and as he did so he leaned in and whispered something in my wife's ear.

Pippa looked up and grinned...

'So here's the little boy then. Took a long time Harry. Wondered when you would work out I do not take orders from you...'

There was general chuckling from the guys and I felt myself blushing.

'Oh that is sweet. Look he's blushing guys... just like a little boy..'

I felt myself go redder...

Stuttering...

'I err I err think it's time to go dear'

'Not yet. I'm having fun here with the guys, and Jim, this is Jim by the way.'

Pippa put her arm round him. They looked a pair.

'Oh don't be such a grump. Have a drink.'

'Err.. well only a soft one. I have had a glass of wine and I have to drive.'

Pippa was looking at me in a funny way. I suddenly realised she was trying not to laugh.

'Jim's just ordering...' 

Jim was raising an eyebrow at me

'Coke please.'

'Make it diet he's getting too fat for a little boy.'

There it was again ''little boy''... so embarrassing... so much pressure in my trousers...

Jim handed round the drinks and I took a sip. As I did so Jim was leaning in saying something to Pippa who glanced at me and then nodded.

Pippa was putting down her drink and making that universal gesture of waving to get more air.

Before I could say anything

Jim was in before me

'Are you ok?'

'Just feeling a little hot'

'Maybe you need some air. Come on. Mind the way boys...'

and he was guiding Pippa past me. I went to put my coke down and follow.

Jim looked over at me

'No need Harry, you stay and finish. I'll make sure she's ok.'

Pippa glanced over her shoulder 

'Harry no rush. Buy the guys a round and have another coke yourself. After that I guess we must be going.'

They were gone.

I looked round and caught surreptitious grins being exchanged between the other guys. One on the right started to talk to me about football. I so wanted to get away. I quickly finished my coke and asked them for their orders.

'Good to see the wife has you under control. I'm Derek by the way, local builder by trade.'

They kept changing the order and the bar was busy, but eventually I got the order in and it arrived. I went to leave when I felt Derek holding my arm. I looked up. He had a lazy smile on his face.

'I reckon you want to have another drink. I am sure your wife needs more air... especially if she is with Jim.' 

The others all guffawed. My arm felt as if it was in a vice.

'Better do as he says one of the others was saying... Derek's as strong as an ox'.

I gulped.

'Ok.'

'That's a boy. Slowly now. '

I had been about to gulp it down.

'Sip it Harry.'

I sipped. Again. Time seemed to pass so slowly.. Finally..

'I reckon you can finish up now Harr,y Jim's never needed more then 10 minutes when he goes to get some air.' 

Again the boys were laughing, quite raucous. The drink was also clearly affecting them. I downed the rest in a gulp and headed off to the exit.

Once I was outside I found I needed air. I looked round. I could see no one. Then a light in a car went on. It was ours and I could see Jim was getting out of our car. I hurried over and past Jim who was now sauntering towards the pub. He was smiling and zipping up his flies. I tried not to look. Not to think. 

'You've a real cracker of a girl there. I've given her my number...'

I did not hear the rest I was almost running. I reached the drivers door and grabbed the handle. Locked. I stepped back in astonishment. Looked in and saw Pippa doing up her blouse, straightening her hair...

I was knocking at the window. Pippa looked up in 'surprise' and leant over to release the catch. I jumped in. I was panting

'Hot?'

I found I could not answer

'I said was that Hot?'

'Yes.' 

It sort of came out clipped. Blunt.

'Good. It was meant to be.'

Before I could move she leant over and gave me a full deep kiss, darting her tongue into my mouth. A somewhat different taste.... I dreaded to know

'Let's go home.'

I got the car started and put it in gear and we were off. My wife who had moved the seat back and was looking very relaxed was just quietly watching me. I did not know what to say. I had so much to ask, but feared what it would reveal. Not only about what had taken place but I realised also about how I felt. I decided to keep quiet. Maybe we could talk about this in bed later.

We were well on the way home when apropos of nothing Pippa looked across 

'Well do you want to know?'

I drove on for a few moments. Thinking. Did I? I looked down. I did and did not. Pippa seeing the look reached down and undid my flies and put her hand inside..

'Careful.' 

I had swerved, but steadied up now.

'Eyes on the road.

Why don't I tell you some things and if you find them unpleasant I am sure this erection I am holding will go down..'

Frankly it had never felt harder. I doubted it. But who knows?

In as very sexy, half whisper Pippa went on...

'I thought you might like this game. It went even better than I thought it would. Jim was a dream. I really enjoyed flirting with him. He kept looking down my front. I had a lot of fun running you down... and even more when you eventually turned up. Where were you by the way?'

'I was in the mens for about half the time and the rest in the car.'

'Oh so you were a good little boy then.'

I jerked. 

'You like it when I describe you as a ''good little boy''..'

My treacherous cock gave me away again. I hated it. Gripped the wheel harder. Concentrate. Go down. go down.

'Seems you reallllly like it.'

Pippa paused for a moment, and then went on.

'It got better when you arrived. Your face. Especially when Jim suggested we go outside for some air. It was priceless. For the next bit you have got to say 'please'..'

I glanced over. I could see that Pippa was getting aroused. Her nipples were showing hard and firm through her blouse. This was turning her on as well...

'Please tell me the next bit.'

'You sure? It could be quite hard to handle.'

'I'll manage.'

'Hope so. If you go soft I'll stop.

Once we were outside Jim spun me round and kissed me. It took me by surprise, but he was good. So manly. Not your style at all.'

I could see out of the corner of my eye that Pippa was very carefully looking at me, like a cat considering a mouse I thought.

'He tasted salty. I was quite weak at the knees.'

I tried to just drive, but my cock was sooo hard. Pippa's hand felt great..

'We broke apart and I could feel the wind was chilly so I suggested we went to our car. Seemed the best place. 

Pippa was quiet for a moment. I looked over. She seemed to be in contemplation..

Do you know I have not 'necked' in a car since I was going out with Steve?'

I shook my head. The rest of me shook..

'Certainly never with you. Bit of a first really in our marriage then.'

Some first. With someone else. The image of them kissing in our car. His hands, they must have been all over her. I jerked.

Pippa must be a mind reader. 

'Thinking about where his hands went??'

I let out a strangled cry.

'Oh goody. You do like it.

Yes they did go everywhere and they were strong, but gentle and firm. Wonderful. My nipples went rock hard. I have to say Harry that the thought of you in the pub while Jim was kissing and fondling me made me almost cream my panties. 

Hot for you also??

I could not trust myself to speak. Just nodded.

I sensed Pippa nod as well, my eyes were on the road. I could not look at her. I had to, had to drive.

'I could not help myself I unzipped his flies and got at his penis. It was about the same size as yours although very fat. I just had to give it a kiss.. and a lick... well more than one... and a quick suck. He was really fucking my mouth.'

'I've got to stop.' 

'Ok but if you do keep you hands on the wheel and keep looking straight ahead.' I could not trust myself to speak. I stopped. Lucky we were on a country road still and there was a place where I could pull over.

'Good boy.' 

I was hold the wheel as instructed looking straight ahead.

I felt Pippa's hot breath on my cock and her hair tickling me, brushing my thighs. I made a quick glance down. I could see her head bobbing up and down. I could feel her sucking me. Her tongue brushing over the sensitive tip of my penis. Heaven.

'Then you came out.'

I opened my eyes surprised at the sudden change.

Pippa was grinning now.

'What did you think? -- I sucked him off? No way I am doing that. I'm a married lady and I love you. She leant over and kissed me... Now I recognised the taste... Precum but not sperm. What a relief...

' Now that's strange.'

Pippa voice was full of surprise.

I looked at her

'Just what's happened to your erection?'

I looked down. It had shrunk. I glanced back up.

Pippa was staring at me

'You've got it bad' 

'What?'

'As soon as I stop talking about making out with someone else you start to shrivel.' 

I looked down it was true.

Pippa put her hand on my cock which now looked small in her hand.

'Ok buster. How about this.. imagine we are at home making love

'So?'

'Exciting?'

'Well it's good to think of.'

'Not making you hard is it?'

'No'

'Alright. Try this. Imagine you come home. There are noises upstairs. You creep up and look through the crack in the bedroom door... what do you see..??

I knew I was going to be lost

'I am rolling about on the bed with Jim or Steve or anyone... but you.

'Your hard again Harry.'

I could feel. I looked down. Blast.

'Oh my goodness.'

I looked away. 

'I think we had better get home. '

I started the car and drove home. Each of us with our own thoughts.

Later....

As we undressed and got into bed I could only think of Pippa doing this with someone else. I was hardening again. Pippa looked over and was giggling.

'I know what you are thinking about....'

We fell into bed. 

Not again. I had literally thrust once into Pippa and exploded.

Pippa was seriously annoyed.

'I do all that I could to make it exciting for you and then just when I need something, you go off like a little boys popgun. You know I like to fuck. I just love it when you give me a good hard ''fuck''

I knew this were serious. Pippa never said 'fuck'..

'Well it's not my fault.'

'What!!'

'I just cannot help it.' 

'Rubbish. Come on let's try again.' 

'Give me a moment.'

'Alright.' 

We kissed and started petting. Enjoyable but I was not getting hard. Pippa suddenly stopped. 

'Ok I can feel this is getting us nowhere. Just think about me with someone else. Steve's good choice..' 

I found I was starting to harden again. Soon I would be ready... and with that we were off. 

'Keep talking to me Pippa.'

She did.. about how the 'man' she was with was caressing her, playing with her nipples.

'Stop. If you carry on like that I will come too soon...'

Pippa grinned an understanding and we set to really fuck... trouble was within a couple of strokes I found I was losing my hardness. Pippa felt it too. 

'Come on Harry...'

'I'm trying.'

'No.'

'Sorry.'

I was soft again.

'Alright let's try doing it slowly.'

No success. Pippa was getting really cross now.

'Look you get hard when we talk of me with someone else right?'

'Yes'

'But then you go off like a school boy inside me within a couple of thrusts'

'Sorry' 

'If we do not talk about it then you don't get hard'

I was starting to feel very inadequate. I just nodded. 

'Seems so.' Pippa was again seriously upset. I could see it in her face and hear it in her voice. Frustrated, cross, angry.

'This is definitely not a good night for me now. I wanted to fuck.

You didn't used to be like this.'

I shook my head.

'I know. I have no idea why this is happening to us.' 

Pippa snorted.

'You mean to you. You can go and sleep in one of the kids beds tonight.'

'What?'

'You heard what I said. I mean it. If you cannot fuck me, your wife, properly then your just like a little boy, and should be treated as one. Now OUT. I mean it.'

I realised that Pippa was serious and clearly fed up. Headed off to get into one of the twin's bed. Not good news.

I was laying there thinking about the day. Some of the things we had done. They were like incendiary devices of excitement and tension. However now it was not so good. I suddenly realised I could hear noises. I knew that sound. Pippa was close to cumming...

I slipped out of bed and crept up to our door as quietly as I could. This would be what it would be like I thought if she had a real lover... I was like an iron bar again...

I peered in through the crack. I started to play with myself.

(What was I becoming...??) 

Pippa was really bucking and moaning as she thrust the dildo into her pussy. Rubbing her clitoris, flicking it. Suddenly with a loud cry she climaxed. I could see her resting. Then she was at it again. 




Pippa and Harry Ch. 02



As Pippa climaxed again I slightly over balanced and pushed at our door and it creaked. I froze. Pippa did not look in my direction so I crept away. Back to bed in the children's room.

I jumped in and drew the bedclothes up. Lying there on my back, my arms by my sides trying to get to sleep.. I was suddenly aware of my wife standing in the doorway. Naked. For some reason I froze. Closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

'You are a little boy then. Pretending to be asleep. I know you are awake. I heard the creak of the door just now.'

(Blast, I thought she had not noticed)

I opened my eyes a little, I could see from the half light coming in from the hall that she was standing right next to me.

'You stay right where you are. No moving'.

I did. Wondering why.

Pippa moved and climbed on top of my chest, legs on either side of me. Then edged forward, at the same TIME lifting up my head and supporting it by bunching up the pillows.

'Guess what I want you to do.'

I looked up. Somewhat surprised. 

'I know, but something about you being in the spare room really did it for me. The thought of what it would be like if you were in here and I had a man with me in our bed really turned me on. 

Go on lick.'

I gently started to lick. Pippa was already very wet and hot. It felt as if I was getting bathed. Her juices were now running up my nose, into my eyes as she held the bed head and rubbed forward on my face and pushed down. 

I could not move. I was pinned down. Her legs on either side pushing down on the bed covers meant I could not move at all. It was as if I was in a straight jacket. I was helpless. My cock was rubbing against the sheet. 

I worked my tongue hard... I could hear Pippa moaning...

I could feel myself close to climaxing and I realised that Pippa was also. It did not happen often that we both came together, but this time we did. The single bed shook and then was still. 

Pippa gently lifted off me. I was still panting. 

Her hand brushed over my face.

'Enjoy that.' 

'Yes.'

'Did you come humping the sheets'

I was glad of the semi darkness of the room...

'Err... Yes.'

'Just like a little boy...' 

There was a teasing sound to my wife's voice. Why did this turn me on so much. I knew I was already twitching again... my cock just would not stop getting excited, my mind wandered away from what Pippa was saying.

I knew I had missed something... 

'... also I want you to stay here tonight. Leave my juices to dry on your face. It will be quite an experience for you waking up tomorrow. Stay in bed till I come in to see you. Little boys only get out of bed when their Mummy tells them and no 'rubbing of your eyes' till I say you can. Promise?'

'I promise.'

Pippa then leaned over me and kissed my forehead. Just as if I was a child!

'Sweet dreams then'.

As Pippa left the room the hall light caught her silhouette, her taunt tight bottom, and then her face, her smile was full of satisfaction and enjoyment.

(Hopefully to be continued in Chapter 3. Weight Challenge.)

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Pippa and Harry Ch. 03



Please Please if you do not like Cuckold Stories which lead onto the husband being dominated by his wife (and this involves humiliation) please do NOT read. You will only upset yourself!! For those that do.. please enjoy and hope you will find the Journey worthwhile and stimulating.

Pippa and Harry -- A Journey.

Chapter 3 -- Sunday. Weight challenge.

Next morning I awoke to find that my eyes had been 'glued shut'... All those juices had dried on my face and encrusted round my eyes. I was like a small baby. I was just about to rub them when I remembered I had promised not to.

I lay there, in darkness, thinking about what had happened over the last two days. I could still not believe what had happened. We had never had so much sex and excitement since we had married some six years ago. 

When one of your senses is removed it always seems as if the others are heighten...

I heard Pippa moving and wondered about calling out. Perhaps I had better not... and in any case I could now hear the shower going so I would have to wait. Hopefully not too long as I rather wanted to go and pee...

It seemed like ages, but probably no more than 15-20 minutes later when Pippa came in.

'Good morning little Harry.'

(''Little Harry'' now???)

I felt her approach the bed. Smelt her perfume as her face came close to mine, her breath.... and then... a gentle kiss on my forehead followed. I felt her draw back...

I did not move. Pippa's voice was calm, like a nurse.

'You are smelly and your face is a mess.'

'I cannot open my eyes.'

'I guessed that might be the case, now let Mummy clean you up. Hold your face still.'

(I was already hard and carefully I was playing with myself hoping Pippa would not notice. For some unknown reason what was happening now was turning me on).

A warm damp flannel was being used to clean my face. It felt great. Very relaxing really to lay back and have someone else do this for you. Soft wipes round my eyes got a lot of the 'gummy' residue of the night before off and I was able to open my eyes. 

As I did so I looked up into Pippa's face, which was quite close. She leant in to kiss my forehead once again. At the same time her right hand had crept under the sheets and duvet and had found mine... on my penis. Her left was stroking my hair and face.

'Now now little boy leave that alone. That's Mummies property and little boys shouldn't touch it without permission. Promise Mummy your never touch that again without her permission?' I was caught up in dreamland. Why not? It's only a game.

'I promise.'

'Promise who?'

Oh no. 

'I think you like this.. come on say it.. you know what'

'I promise Mummy.'

Pippa giggled. 

'This is such fun.'

I was not all together sure. My cock was hard, and now Pippa's hand was on it, her fingers gently running in all directions... over and down to my balls... back again.. it was feeling even better..., but the humiliation, it was mortifying.. but sooo so arousing..

Pippa was now moving her hand up and down.. Grinning at me..

'Just think if I had really sucked off Jim last night...made him 'cum' in my mouth... and then given you a kiss straight after...'

I could not help it. I came.

Pippa was laughing.. 'Oh you naughty little little boy.' 

With that she got to her feet wiping her hand on the sheet as she did so.

'Play times over. Time for you to get up. We have to pick up the kids in an hour.'

And, as Pippa was going out the door, she looked back at me... lying there almost in shock at what had take place..

'You can do the washing of all the bed linen. It needs changing.'

I wanted to go back to sleep, but there was not enough time. 

As we got on with the day I noticed that both Pippa and I kept on glancing at each other. I could not help at times to grab her and give her a quick kiss.. which was reciprocated ..

We were sitting down to a late supper after we had got the twins to bed and I was just going to help myself to a second helping when I felt Pippa's hand take hold of the one I had the serving spoon in.

I looked up

'No'

'What?'

'No more second helpings. 

I know you are not fat, but I want you to slim down. I was thinking about you today. I want the man back who I married six years ago.. and that includes getting rid of the 'love handles' around your waist.' 

I looked down. I did not look fat, although I knew I was carrying more weight than perhaps I should.

'I can try, but you know I tried a couple of years ago without success.' 

'I want more than try. I want you to do it.'

I sighed, 'well in which case I need a few carrots...'

'Like a donkey?'

'Sure I need an incentive.' 

Pippa looked thoughtful. 'Ok if you want to be a donkey..'

'I'm not a donkey.'

'Looks like I have to treat you like one. Incentives'!! Pippa was clearly exasperated.

I watched as an expression of thoughtfulness came over Pippa. I wondered what she was thinking.

'Alright I will compromise. The ending of that phrase is 'carrot and stick'. I can agree to former if you can agree to the latter...'

Hmm. I thought sounds ok for the first part.. but 

'What's the stick?' 

'Nope. You tell me what incentive will help you work to cut down your weight, back to what you had when we married, and then I tell you what the stick is.'

'Frankly I don't know what to suggest as an incentive...' at which point a grin crossed my face.. 'I've just thought of something..'

'Not sure I am going to like this...'

'You could wear stockings.'

'I don't wear them.'

'I know, but I have always wanted you to and if anything would give me an incentive to lose weight that would be it.'

'How would it work?'

I thought quickly.. 'Say we use our electric scales each Sunday to check my weight. If I have lost a pound and a half or more then you wear them every day for the next week when you would normally wear tights. No cheating mind you and wearing jeans every day. Just as you would do normally.'

I could see Pippa was thinking about it. 

'Actually that's not unreasonable. I tend to wear trousers most of the time anyway. Alright, agreed, but what if you do not lose a pound and a half or more or worse still gain weight?.

'Thought you were going to choose the 'stick' to beat me with?' This was almost silly. I was starting to giggle. 

'True, my choice, let me think about it.'

I waited wondering, watching Pippa twist her wine glass round by it's stem as clearly she was turning ideas over in her mind. Pippa cleared her throat and she had a sly look on her face. That did not bode well. She could be quite devious at times as I knew to my cost over the years of our marriage when she wanted to get something her own way.

'I think the stick should be on a sliding scale. Light punishment to start with it getting tougher as it goes on. That way you will have more and more incentive to lose weight.'

I slowly nodded my head. 'Sounds acceptable.. so far... do continue my dear wife.'

Pippa glared at me for my sardonic tone.

'If you take that attitude.'

'Sorry sorry' (hands in the air.. surrender) 'only teasing..'

Pippa subsided and reached over to grab her diary. 

'I'm going to write this down so we do not forget. Out of interest how much over weight are you?' 

I hesitated

'We will check you know before we go to bed tonight, but roughly for now'

'About nine pounds I think'

'Ok so that should take you no more than about five weeks. If you work at it. Harry I am going to write some thoughts down and at the end you can comment.'

I looked on as Pippa wrote down

Failure penalties, cumulative.. 1st Harry does all the washing, ironing and cleaning 2nd + Harry does not fuck me (He will hate it, I will really miss it..) 3rd + No more blow jobs or hand jobs 4th + Sleeps in spare room (tell the kids Dad's ill... which he is!) 5th + Has to call me Mummy and obey me, (even in public..)

'You have got to be crazy.'

'Why? It's no good have something which is too easy. Clearly you get something you have wanted in years.. I have to wear stockings. That's not good for me. You in turn, I am sure, would agree that if the punishment is too easy then you will just keep losing and gaining weight. I want you to really want to lose it.' 

'There is still no way I can agree to this.'

Pippa's mouth went to a thin line, her face was stern.

'I'm fed up of your attitude. Your to agree to this, which is reasonable, because I absolutely sure your be climbing walls even by the 2nd penalty, if we get there.. so we never will. 

Frankly we had better not as I really like a long fuck and I shall be really fed up also, but you have to lose weight. 

Or you can move into the spare room now. 

You seem to have no will power at times. I am not going to be married to a middle aged slob. If you keep eating as you are you will be one. That is not one of the things I want. Think again.'

I looked at her. This was no bluff. She looked utterly determined. Just as I imagined she could be when she was working as a lawyer..

Slowly I tried to relax. It would never get that far. I could lose the weight. Think of the bonus. Pippa in stockings.. My cock twitched.

'Alright, but surely there must be exceptions??'

'No. I mean every word of this. I have to be firm otherwise I fear you will fail.'

I nodded, then, what if I get my weight down? what then.

Pippa looked at me. Considering... after a minute or so...

'IF you maintain your weight lose then I will continue to wear stockings. We still do the weight in each week. If you put any weight on at all... the penalties start immediately again'.

I tried to be calm. 'Is that it?'

Pippa's face was showing no emotion... but her voice was very very firm 'Yes'

I took a deep breath... I could do this... Pippa in stockings... "OK, Done'

We went back to our meal... I only had a small amount of the chocolate desert...

Later on...

After we had cleared up from supper and were getting ready for bed. I heard Pippa say from our connecting bathroom... 'Time to weight you.' 

As I thought, after the 'weigh in' I was just over 9 pounds more than my original weight. Not impossible to manage. I was confident.

As we cuddled in bed before settling down Pippa whispered in my ear...

'I know what you are after ... however I am just too tired tonight to do anything now, so we have to get to sleep...however I leave you with this thought....' She trailed off.. Her hand was now loosely curling round my penis

'Go on..'

'I wonder what would happen if we got to the 5th penalty?'

'Not sure Why?'

'Well you have to obey me, right?'

'Yes'

'Try a few of these thoughts on... sleep on them... I might tell you no more masturbating as that would be all you would be doing by then...' 

I could feel myself start to harden.. Pippa's breath and voice was in my ear...

'I might even ask you to arrange a date for me with another man... as by then I would really need a fuck... and I would not have had anything from you for weeks...'

I came on the spot...

'Oh dear. You've done it again. Sleep well'..' and with that Pippa turned over with her back to me.

I was left contemplating my very damp pyjamas and why it was that such a thought made me cum so fast.



Pippa and Harry Ch. 04



This is a cuckold story with stronger humilation and femdom later on. If you do not like such stories please do not read. For those that do please enjoy.

Pippa and Harry – A Journey – Chapter 4 - Background

I had met Pippa when I was sorting out my flat. I had needed a lawyer and an old girl friend had jokingly said if I needed a pretty one she knew of a friend, Pippa, who might be worth a try. I thought. Why not? Might as well deal with an attractive lawyer.. sure I would be screwed on the bill... but better by an attractive female than some old duffer.

It turned out that Pippa and I just clicked. There were some complications on the lease, but Pippa showed great determination and managed to get it sorted out. She was quite impressive. I sometimes thought she could be a touch scary at times, fortunately never with me... After completion on the flat I asked her out and it went from there. We were married just over six years ago. 

Family disaster struck us early on, just after we were married, in that her parents were killed in car crash. Her father tried to overtake a lorry in really bad, rainy weather on a motorway. He had not seen the car on the outside had stopped suddenly to avoid another car which had broken down. End result not good. Pippa had been totally bereft, she was an only child. I did my bet to comfort her. Running around, doing the shopping, the daily chores, trying to give her time to rest and recover, give her massages, she seemed to love me working on her back and then on her feet. Gradually we got to normal and the twins were conceived and born. A joy to bring new life into the world. I just wished her parents could have seen their grandchildren.

I was teaching which helped as the twins, especially in the early years, were considerable work. We hardly had any time to ourselves. However as I was teaching, I went as a locum to give us more time, while Pippa as a lawyer was able to work flexi hours, although she often needed to do considerably more at home in the evenings in her study.

That was one of the gains. Pippa had inherited quite a sum of money when her parents had died and we decided we would invest in a substantial house for the family. We felt her parents in particular would have liked it. We were lucky really. We were out walking, each taking it in turns to push the twins in their pushchair when we turned down this quiet leafy lane. It lead nowhere. Just to a dead end where the road finished and woods began. There were some old Victorian semi-detached houses, two of which side by side were for sale. Very dilapidated. We were looking at them saying what a great spot it was. If the two houses were one and in good condition they would have been ideal for us, when we realised that if we could get them cheap enough we could perhaps combine them into one. We checked with the estate agent and made an offer for both houses. Fortunately it was the same seller and it was accepted. When we looked more closely into the costs of conversion and what it would involve it clearly was better to demolish and build again. Pippa from her university days had an architect friend Paul. This meant with Pippa doing the legal work and Paul not charging us too much we were able to put forward a plan which for once the local council could see no objection to. 

We ended up with one large detached house, built to our specification, surrounded by a good sized garden with high hedges. It was ideal for private family life.

We managed to ensure that the house had a basement which was large enough to have a utility room, small gym, boot room with large dog cage (for the future family dog... if we ever have one), a small office and an extra single bedroom, also a shower and loo (Good for the outside help...if we ever get any). 

Upstairs there is a fairly normal layout of rooms, allowing for five good bedrooms and bathrooms, with a study for Pippa on the ground floor with nice French doors looking out to the rear of the property. We indulged ourselves a little in that our bedroom on the second floor is of sufficient size to allow for a King size bed, as well as an en-suite bathroom, actually a wet room. We also installed a small 'safe room' accessed through a secret door installed in our walk in closet in our bedroom where we could store our valuables.

I was contemplating all this as I walked down the lane to school again. Monday morning. Back to work. I presently had about a week's work before someone on maternity leave would be back and I would be free once again to help more at home. Pippa was taking the twins to school and then she would pick them up later to take them to an after schools club till I finished. Her flexi time working just about meant this worked, but it was not ideal.

Money was not tight but both Pippa and I knew that although we had a great house with no mortgage we could not retire yet. My prospects of advancement were not great working just as locum. We really needed Pippa to get a rise.

Then there was my weight. I was starting to worry a little. I had to lose a pound and a half by the end of the week. Not difficult surely??

School loomed...

Later on after I had picked up the kids from the after schools club I set about sorting out some supper for them and us. Pippa came in. It was just normal domestic home life. We got the kids to bed and were turning in, chatting...

'So how's the weight loss programme going?'

'Don't know. Not checked.'

'Did you cut anything out?'

'No. I just tried to eat a little less.'

'What about exercise?'

'I walked to school.'

'No silly, I mean did you get in our gym today?'

'How could I with the kids?'

Pippa looked shocked. 'After all the 'carrots and sticks' we set up yesterday you have done nothing?'

I was trifle embarrassed. 'Err.. sorry.'

'Right. Down to your shorts and down to the gym'

'Now?'

'Right now.' I could see the steely look in Pippa's eyes. She was right anyway. If I was to get the weight off.

I stripped off, apart from my boxers, and padded down to the gym. Maybe the exercise bike for half an hour. It was facing the big floor to ceiling mirror which ran across one whole side of the room. Started to pedal. Medium. No point to kill myself. 10 minutes maybe should be enough.

About 5 minutes into my pedal and already I was getting bored, when I heard Pippa calling from outside the gym

'Need any encouragement?'

'Sure do. I hate this. It's boring.'

'Well how about this to get you working...' I looked up into the mirror and in the reflection saw Pippa come into the room wrapped in a black silk see through silk house coat which she sometimes wore. I immediately perked up. She always looked fantastic in it. Something about the black silk... Tempting... She drifted round the bike..

'Keep pedalling...and keep your hands on the bike.. I'm only looking.. and touching a little...' Her hands were reaching out and gently stroking my shoulders, running through my hair. A hand was on my chest as I looked into the mirror I could she was gently smiling a me.... fingers brushed and flicked at my nipple... then the other one. I was finding this exciting. On the bike I could feel myself hardening...

'If you can keep up that speed,' Pippa was pointing at the speedo... 'for the next 20 minutes you can have me... otherwise not...'

Some encouragement... I kept going. This was hard work. Pippa stopped moved away. I could see her looking at me in the mirror. I could not fathom her express...

Then Pippa circled me. Suddenly it came to me... Like a lion round her prey.. Leaning in at times so close I could smell her perfume. Kissing my arms, hands, neck. Back. It was maddening. Running her nails down my back...

'Oh my, look who has a bulge...

I kept going. I was starting to get exhausted. Sweat was now pouring off me... Finally I heard Pippa say...

' Looks like 20 minutes is just about up. You finish off. I am sure I can trust you and see you upstairs. Do make sure you shower first.'

Did I finish or what.. Great burst of speed. Into the shower. I was 'speedy' up the stairs.

Only to find that Pippa, who must have been tired out, had fallen asleep on our bed.

NOOO. I was so frustrated.

I just could not believe it, but I could see she was sound asleep. 

I decided the best thing was to try and think of something else. Clean my teeth. Get some sleep. As I went into our en suite bathroom I noticed a small note by my tooth brush.

Thought it might be better to sleep tonight so took a sleeping pill. Try not to 'wank' like a little boy... but if you must why not imagine I've just returned from seeing my lover and am so exhausted I had to go to bed and sleep... without giving you any 'attention'...? You have my permission...

This was madness. I was hard as rock again as I looked and re-read those words. Again. The ending 'You have my permission'..

What's that about? Anyone would think she controlled me. At the thought my stomach twisted and pre cum leaked from my cock. Already. 

I must be twisted. I want this. I don't want it. I found my hand had been working and I was already cummming...

As I got into bed thought occurred to me I was just like a puppy being trained This is ridiculous... but something about the idea of being Pippa's puppy stirred me..



Pippa and Harry Ch. 05



PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DISLIKE OR HATE CUCKOLD STORIES OR ONES WHERE THE WIFE BECOMES DOMINANT AND HUMILIATES AND SPANKS THE HUSBAND - For those that do enjoy such stories I hope this is a good chapter!!

Pippa and Harry - A Journey

Chapter 5 -- Consequences

Nothing much happened during the rest of the week. I said nothing about Monday evening. Nor did Pippa. Kids, work, home life. General chores. One thing I did do was to make sure I was working out for half an hour in the gym each day. I found cutting down on the food hard, however I felt I was managing it. 

About mid week I decided to check how I was doing in the weight loss stakes. The scales were not in their usual place in the bathroom. 

'Pippa you seen the scales?'

'Why?'

'I was going to check my weight.'

'No go. You just work at it and we see how you've done on Sunday'

'So that means you moved them?'

'Yes and they are in a place you can't go.'

'Where?' 

'Our safe room.'

'How come I can't go in there?'

'I've changed the code and locked it..'

I shook my head. I could always buy some more scales, but I knew without even thinking about it that would be the wrong thing to do. I nearly said something about the safe room, that was more important, but I never really used it.

Talk about taking control...

Sunday evening arrived and we both knew we wanted maximum time together in the evening. I could tell. We both kept glancing at each other! We worked hard to get the kids sorted, ready for school again and into bed.

Finally, we were able to retire to our bedroom and I opened a bottle of wine, gave Pippa a glass and as I was raising mine to toast her, she said 'So shall I get the scales out?'

'Please.' 

Pippa put her glass down. 'No looking at the code.. as the scale are going back in there as soon as this is over.'

I looked away..

Pippa got them and put them down in front of me. I looked down

The moment of truth... I stepped onto them.

'Yes!!' I was almost punching the air

I had managed it. Two and half pounds lost. I was flying..

It meant Pippa would have to wear stockings..

I grabbed her and gave her a huge kiss.

'So you like the idea of me wearing stockings?? or is it losing the weight??? I could hear the tease in Pippa's voice.

'Sure do. Tomorrow you normally go to work in a skirt. So your wear them then?'

'I will. I bought some just in case...'

I thought a sort of smirk crossed Pippa's face, just for a moment. I wondered what she was thinking.

'Let's hit the sack.'

As we slid into bed I could see Pippa looking at me her expression thoughtful

'I want a good long hard fuck Harry...Think about my wearing stockings, but not about me being with 

someone else.'

'I wish you had not said that Pippa.'

'Why?'

'It's got me thinking.' I knew I was close. The thoughts of Pippa in stockings.. with someone else.. I was like an animal I was on top of her. Thrusting.. Urgent. Hard.

'Look just stop thinking about it.'

'I can't help it. Once I start....'

'No just you stop.' It was too late I had cum again.

Pippa was hissing in almost a hate filled voice 'Get off me, now.'

I scrambled to do so. I feared for the consequences. 

Pippa's face was like thunder.

'I'm really sorry.' I could hear myself. Almost as if I was pleading..

I could see how upset she was. Her voice was hard. Almost dangerous I thought

'This really pisses me off.

I'm telling you now Harry, and this is serious. If you don't get control and get back to fucking me the way 

you were previously I am going to seriously think about getting a fuck elsewhere.'

'Pippa you don't mean that?'

'Well what am I supposed to do?

Your becoming useless in bed, except if I use your face, when I have to say your tongue is pretty good.'

I felt better at these words...not a lot but.. better than nothing

'I love you. We have a great time together. Great marriage. Great kids. I also thought a week or so ago 

something really 'hot' and exciting had come into our marriage. It was fun, safe, but with an edge of danger. Now.... 

I am not so sure. Your bloody useless now. Your just like a little boy. Soon as your inside me you can't 

control yourself.'

I hung my head. But something about her words started to stir me. It was as if I was a little boy and Pippa was a school teacher or my mum...

Now Pippa was getting sarcastic.

'Yep, you can hang your head. Do you know at this minute if you were a little boy I would put you over my 

knee and spank your bottom?

It gets worse. Now your getting hard again when I talk about spanking you. Your sick. Go and sleep in the 

spare room. You can make up the bed because that's where you sleeping for the rest of the week. You can 

forget about seeing me in stockings. I wear them as I said, but your never see the tops... which I am sure you

really fancy...' Pippa was sneering at me now.

I tried again. 'Please. Please.. look I am hard again. Let's try again I am sure I will be ok.'

Pippa looked consideringly at me.

'OK but you have to be successful. A long slow enjoyable fuck. Just like we used to have'

'It will be.'

Pippa face darkened. 

'Alright for you to say...

If you try and fail this time there's going to be consequences. Your going to have to lie on the spare bed. Face down and I am going to give you six wallops with my leather belt from my jeans. You know the strength of my arm from when we play tennis.' (I knew I must have looked shocked) 

'I am not joking Harry. It will hurt and I expect to make you cry. You will deserve it if you fail'

I could hear myself stammer...'But.. but... you love me.' 

'Yes, but also I love being fucked. You know that. If I am married to a man who cannot do that for me... 

how frustrated do you think I am going to be in the years ahead? Can't you see that?'

I could.

I tried to say it a way she would accept... 'Please.'

I held out my hand and Pippa melted into my arms. Gently I guided her back onto the bed... 

I went to slide into her soft folds... NOOOOO I could feel my hardness was also melting... NOOOOO...

Pippa clutched me tighter. 'Come on Harry. GET hard.'

I tried. It seemed to make it worse. I felt helpless. 'It was hard a moment ago. '

Pippa spat at me 'Your pathetic. A little boy with a little boys cock. More like a little carrot.'

PLEASE PLEASE NOOOO I could feel my hardness returning...

Now Pippa was looking astonished. I felt the same, what was this thing happening to me??. 

'You like it when I make degrading and humiliating comments about you?'

My cock was twitching. Hardening further.

Pippa was commanding. 'Come here.'

I did and with that I managed to thrust inside were hot and warm pussy. 

I could feel her. I looked at her, 'Your wet. Something must have turned you on.. a lot..'

Being so close now to Pippa I could see it in her eyes. There was something. What was it?

'I don't want to talk about it.'

'Come on. Fairs fair.'

'Keep that rhythm going.. '

We had settled into a nice easy movement. Both of us together. Just like the old days. It was steady, but without being over the top. Loving. We kissed. Tongues fluttering in each others mouths.

I tried again. 'I really want to know.'

Pippa looked away and in a small voice, which I only just caught

'I found it was turning me on to berate you, to tell you off, to say humiliating things, even the thought of 

spanking you or using my belt on you till you cried.'

Pippa was starting to cry. 'It feels all wrong. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I could not help myself.' She was sobbing.

I found myself comforting here. Holding her. Worried. We had stopped moving...

'No worries Pippa I understand.' Kissing her with little gentle kisses

Pippa wiped her tears away.

'That's very tender.'

'That's because I love you.'

At that moment we both knew I was about to come out. 

'Please Harry fuck me.'

I loved this women but it just would not get up.

I was shamefaced.' Err...'

Pippa took my head in her hands so that we looked into each other's eyes. Very close and with a precise delivery she very clearly but firmly like a statement said...

'I think I need to find someone to give me the fucking that this little boy cannot give me.'

I felt myself harden again. Strengthen. Expand.

I could see her smile.. 'My oh my... that does the trick alright.' 

It was and we were going again. Trouble was I was now thinking about someone else being here in bed with Pippa.

Pippa must have sensed it. 

'What are you thinking about??'

'Err..'

'I know, I can tell your thinking about me with someone else. Right?'

'Well you mentioned it.'

'Your pathetic. You keep going. If you come now I really will smack your bottom.. and who knows I might 

really have to find someone who can fuck me.' Pippa was hissing again.

DISASTER.

I felt it. So did Pippa. Her eyes were narrowing to slits. 

'Did you do what I think you just did?' There was a coldness about them, but glittering. It was exciting her also in a way what was happening to us.

I knew I was getting smaller again.

I shivered. I shrivelled even more.

It was worse somehow, Pippa was gently pushing me away. It was a bad dream.

'Well?'

'Sorry.' I pleaded with my eyes. 'I am so sorry.'

'What do we do Harry?? where do we go from here?'

I hung my head. What could we do?

Pippa was out of bed and now rummaging in her tights and pants draw.

'What you looking for?'

'Some old tights so I can tie you to the bed'

'Why?'

'So I can wallop you, without you getting up.'

'Your not serious?'

'Of course I am. I told you, and now after you letting me down I am going to give it to you. 

I'm really fed up. Maybe tomorrow when you are at work you will have something to remember and not let 

me down again.'

I sat up on the bed watching.

Pippa had got four old pairs of tights out, and was quickly putting on some plain white knickers and a bra. She glanced over.. 'What are you looking at?'

'I was wondering why you were putting clothes on again?'

'I not doing this for fun. We need to go to the spare room away from the children's.'

I sat there. Pippa was now pulling on her jeans. She really did look good in them. A tight neat bottom. What worried me was that she was pulling the leather belt out. It was not very wide but I could imagine how that might feel. I could hear myself again pleading.. 'Please Pippa don't do this.'

'Why not? you need to be taught a lesson' 

'But it's not my fault'

'Who's is it then? Not mine for sure. See anyone else in this room? Your not gay are you?'

'No.'

'Then why cannot you fuck your wife properly?'

I just shook my head. I tried again. 'If your intending to use that belt it's really going to hurt. The children might wake up.'

I could see the determination in Pippa's face.. 'Why? You scared you going to yell?? Your not really a man but a boy....'

Something was stirring inside me again...

'However. You could be right about the children, even if we are in the spare room furthest from them. Let's go down to the basement and the single spare bedroom down there.. No chance then of any yell getting up here... Go on then. I see you down there. No need for clothes' (As I went to pick up some shorts. I dropped them again as if they were hot).

I could hear it in Pippa's voice and see it in her face and body posture. No arguing.

I went down. What a nightmare. However what was worse... was some part of me was finding the way Pippa was treating me exciting.. Tension. Uncertainty. Fear. My heart was beating fast again. 

I got down to the bedroom. It was not very big really. Enough room for a single bed, chest of drawers, desk, chair, bedside table and lamp, high small window with bars for security. I sat on the bed. I looked round, this I felt, is what it might be like as a prisoner. Waiting his warder. I looked down. I was hard again. Oh no.

Go down GO DOWN. I was urging myself looking down at my penis which seemed to have a life of it's own and was now sticking straight up again.

'So you like the idea?'

I had not heard Pippa arrive. I looked up. 

She was standing leaning against the door frame. The belt swinging gently back and forth in her right hand, doubled up. My eyes were drawn to it.

I also realised why I had not heard her. She was not wearing shoes and was light on her feet.

I thought she looked like a female lioness. 

Tight blue jeans showing off shapely firm legs and a tight bottom. Plain white bra but this somehow enhanced the look, with her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. 

Pippa was looking down at my erection I put my hands over it.

'You should stand up when I come into a room.'

I did. 

'Hands by your side.'

I did as I was told. Pippa moved further into the room.

VERY like a lioness. She prowled round. 

'On the bed with you. Face down. Spread your legs and hands out to the corners'. Her voice was clear and firm, but I could also tell there was a touch of excitement showing..

Mentally I shrugged and did as she requested. I was careful to ensure my erection did not get caught..

Out the corner of my eye I saw the belt being put on the bedside table. It lay there like a coiled snake.. waiting to strike. I shivered.

Pippa had the tights in her left hand and was now threading them in turn through the frame of the bed which was one of those old fashioned metal ones with bars at the top and bottom.

'Good thing we kept this old bed we found in the attics of one of those semis we demolished.' Pippa was chatting away as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.. but it was.. she was tying, me, her husband to a bed to thrash him. I found I was rubbing myself on the bed.

'Stop that.' Pippa had noticed and given me a light smack on my bottom. It stung. 'Owe.'

'Nothing to what it will be like.'

Eventually all my four limbs were tied with the tights to the four corners. I felt exposed... The air was cool down here in the basement on my back.. I felt Pippa moving. She was now outside my vision. Near the bottom of the bed.

I heard her giggle.. 'You look like a white star fish.'

'Thanks'

She giggled again. Then she was on the move again. Bringing the chair from the desk over towards the bed and I looked sideways to see Pippa drawing it up and sitting down facing me, just about in line with my neck.

Pippa's left hand started playing with my hair. Running her finger through it. With her right hand her fingers were lightly flowing over my body. My bottom. Gentle and sensuous. 

'Do you like that?'

I nodded. 

Pippa then moved off the chair to kneel down beside the bed... by my head. Both her hands now playing with my ears, tugging at my hair, twisting. She was leaning in close. I felt her breath in my ear. Her right hand was wriggling under my body... down to my erection.

'This little boy seems to like Mummy tying him up. It seems he's already getting damp.' Pippa's soft voice in my ear. The words.. her hand brushing over the tip of my penis. Pulling back the foreskin every so lightly, backwards and forwards just a little. Torture... but oh so enjoyable.

The voice changed a little. 'I wonder how you will feel in a minute. Ready for your six wallops Harry?'

'Please Pippa. I know you. You hit a tennis ball so hard. I really don't think I could cope with six.'

'But you must be punished .. any suggestions?'

It suddenly came to me. 'How about if I also do the washing and cleaning this week?'

Pippa was quiet for a moment. I held my breath. A way out. Then...

'Make it the first failure penalty and five wallops and that is non negotiable and you sleep down her tonight tied 

to the bed. Take it or leave it.'

I hesitated. Pippa's voice was hard. 'Decide. Now'

I shut my eyes and said it... 'I take it.' 

Pippa was now getting to her feet. I turned my head to watch. She was getting the hold of her belt. Just below the buckle. Shaking it loose, dangling down. Her face turned down in concentration as she got the weight of it and swung it a little for balance. She was standing sideways onto me.

I felt scared, but excited. This was crazy.

Pippa glanced over. 'I suggest you bite that pillow. It will hurt.' There was a tense, brittle edge to her voice. "I will do it fast to get it over with quickly'

Tension in the air.

I shut my eyes and bit down into the pillow.

CRACK.

My eyes flew open. That seriously hurt. Fleshy bit of my bottom

CRACK

That wrapped around my bottom more the first one

CRACK

I was crying already. In the distance I heard a voice thick with excitement..

'Harry you really not a man are you? Just a little boy. Go on then. Cry if it helps you..'

I cried more. The tears flowing...

CRACK

I jumped. That truly truly hurt. Across the top of the backs of my thighs.

'Last one darling... Be good. Stay still now. It's going to be a special.'

Did I hear a suppressed giggle? Pippa was moving towards the end of the bed where my feet were.

My bottom was on fire. I felt something dangling between my bottom cheeks. Oh no...

'Just measuring up. Looks like I can reach.. Hold on tight dear. I am going to try and hit the bullseye...'

I just knew this would be the worst. It was close to the area already on fire. I guessed Pippa was going to aim to strike just on the crack between my bottom checks. I buried my head in the pillow and bite down into it.

CRACK

If I had not done that I am sure my shriek would have woken even our distant neighbours..

The tears were running down my checks in rivulets.

Suddenly my wife was beside me. Kissing me. Petting me.

Her voice was now all concern.. 'Are you sorry??' All I could do is nod. 'You promise to fuck me hard soon when you are recovered...' I nodded again.

Suddenly I realised a hand was under me.

'No.' I did not want her to do that..

'Stay still. I want to check something... 

Pippa's voice was suddenly very quiet. I could hear the amazement in it.. 'Your still hard. You liked that?'

I was shaking my head.

Pippa was clearly stunned.. 'You must do. Your still hard.'

With that Pippa started to move her hand up and down. Her face was close to mine eyes looking into mine.

I was lost.

I could smell her perfume. 

She was sweating but also there was quite a bit of colour in her face.

I could see it.. excitement. She was out of breath as if she had been in a race.

Accusingly I managed to get out 'You enjoyed doing that to me'

'Well what if I did? your still hard and let me just say this...

I wonder what you would do, if at some time in the future, I thrashed you like this. Left you tied to the bed 

and went back upstairs and fucked someone else all night???' 

I came again immediately.

Pippa took her hand away from underneath me and wiped it on the sheet.

'Dirty little boy.'

I twitched again (again I had only just come!! And I was trying to get hard again??)

'I'm off to bed now. I guess you just need a sheet as I am sure you are warm.' There was that giggle again in her voice. 

She pulled one over the top of me. Bent down again. Kissed my forehead, whispering again 'dear little boy.. nighty night'

I watched as she walked away. That beautiful tight bottom waving to me... Then there was the click of the switch and I was in darkness... with my thoughts...

As I lay there I could feel the heat from my bottom. Thank goodness it had been only five strokes or wallops as Pippa seemed to prefer to call them. 

The sheet was cool, but with my legs stretched to four corners this was going to be uncomfortable, I was sure, later on. 

There was some light coming in from the half moon through the window. So I looked at the knots on my wrists and the knots on the bed head. I could see that the way they had been tied, and now stretched when I was frantically moving about, had caused them to tighten in such a way that clearly the only way to get them off was to cut them.




Pippa and Harry Ch. 05



No hope of getting them off then. I sighed. I tried to rest. 

I suddenly realised that Pippa must be taking a shower upstairs as down here in the basement I could hear the surge of water moving through the pipes for the power shower. Lucky her. 

I must have managed to doze a little, but not for long as I suddenly woke to find Pippa sitting on the chair next to the bed gently stroking my face.

'Pippa'

'Just thought I would come and see how you were doing'.

'I'd like to say 'fine' ..but as you can see... and my bottom is still on fire and I am stretched out and tied up as if on a rack.'

Pippa looked a little guilty. Then stood up, her expression become stern again.

'It's your own fault. Anyway I did just wonder if you would like me to put some 'after sun' on your those 

areas which are rather red..'

'Please.' (there I was pleading again!!)

I twisted my head to watch as Pippa lifted off the sheet and then squeezed some of the 'after sun' onto her hand. When it was applied... what relief. It cooled my skin. It felt so good.

I realised I was almost purring with pleasure.

'Feel good?'

'Fantastic.' 

'Fancy to have your legs free?'

'And arms?'

'Not those as you deserve to stay here tonight, but I thought it would make it easier if you could move your legs...'

With that Pippa used a pair of scissors to cut the tights away which had been binding my legs to the end of the bed.

'That's better.'

Pippa stood up again and I looked up.

'Time I was getting my beauty sleep. I'll come and get you up in the morning after I have taken the children

to school. Just stay quiet.' 

Pippa was moving towards the door and I saw something glint which she'd picked up from the desk top.

'Sleep well.' and the door was closing.

'Oh,' Pippa had just put her head round the door again. 'Just to make sure they do not come in I will lock the door..'

Before I could react the door was closed and I heard the key in the lock being turned. I now knew what the glint in the hand had been.. it had been a key in her hand. The key to this bedroom door. I really was now a prisoner.

I called out softly.. 'Pippa' No answer. I called again

'PIPPA!'

I was almost shouting, I was scared to wake the kids, although if they had not heard my last shriek on the 5th 'wallop' I doubt the volume I had generated would be heard by them.

All the doors in the basement were thick fire doors. Very safe. Very strong and quite good sound proofing.

I found myself thinking. I'm a prisoner of my wife... it's scary in a way... and yet... why am I getting hard again?



Pippa and Harry Ch. 06



Please do not read if you do not like stories where the wife finds she likes to be the 'boss' and the husband finds he likes to to 'submit' and particularly plese do not ready if you dislike Cuckold stories... For the rest of you guys a short chapter... but hopefully a fun one to kick on with some more 'games'...





The following morning I was awake quite early. The clocks had not changed yet and the sun was coming in through the high narrow window. Very much like a prison cell I thought. With Pippa releasing my legs it had been much easier, but still it had been a rough night. My only consolation was that by being kept on my front my bottom had not been squashed onto the bed. Some of those 'wallops' with the belt had curved round a little, so even if I had lain on my side, they would have been squashed and even more painful.

Anyway I could hear noises upstairs and sure enough after a while I heard the front door being shut and a car crunching down the drive. All was silent. 

It had not occurred to me till then how potentially dangerous my situation was. Tied to a bed, locked in a basement in an empty house. What if there was a fire? I tried to reason a bit. It was only five minutes by car to the local school. Say five minutes there, five minutes to drop the children, five minutes back. Fifteen at most for the round trip. My stomach was knotted up with tension. This must be exactly how a prisoner must feel.. of my wife. She could be doing anything. Of course then I started to think about 'men'... with her... I was a hopeless case. Why did it cause me to get so excited? Why was this suddenly happening to me? All I knew was it did.

I tried to relax

Time, when you have no clock and are waiting for something seems to pass incredibly slowly.

I tried to thing about the lessons that I needed to give this afternoon. It seemed incredibly difficult to think.

Finally, although I found out later it was only 12 minutes, I heard a car coming back down the drive. The front door being opened, closed. I found I was panting. I just hoped it was Pippa...

Footsteps on the stairs coming down to the basement, and then along the corridor towards my room (my room??) They sounded quite officious and I felt sure they were high heels. They sounded as if they were stilettos.. Stopped outside the door. There was a jangling of keys. (This really did seem as if I was in a cell now..). A key inserted into the lock, turned and the door opened. I looked over.

'Morning Harry'

'Morning Pippa'

'Sleep well?'

'Not very.'

'Shame. I did. Great to have all the bed to stretch out in.' (Pippa was grinning at me).

Pippa had taken a seat in the chair and coolly crossed her legs. I looked hungrily at her legs and stilettos. She had great legs. The skirt length was just above her knee and rode up a little more when she sat down. Delicious... 'They are stockings.' Pippa's voice was very dry.

I looked up and her grin was broader. 'Thought you would like them'

'Can I see?'

'What?'

'You know, ..the tops...'

'No way. Only dirty little boys ask for that, and respectable married ladies certainly do not show them.' Now Pippa was chuckling.. She was gently lifting up the sheet. 

'That bottom still looks a bit pink... very tempting..'

I knew I was red in the face.

'Blushing Harry. How sweet..'

'Well how about untying me?'

'In a minute or two.'

'Please not much more. I need the loo.'

Pippa was now covering her mouth with her hand, giggling. 'I forgot. Sorry. That would have been embarrassing for you. Imagine if you had wet the bed....' (For some reason the idea made a certain part of me even harder. I was glad I was lying down..)

'Anyway this is not going to take long. I am going to cut one of your arms free in a moment with the scissors and leave you to do the rest as I have to go to work. Bit late already' (Pippa was checking her watch, which I noticed was the gold rolex I had given her on our 5th wedding anniversary, she was really looking professional and sophisticated today in a very smart suit. Sexy as well ..) 'Just thought I would remind you that your doing the washing and ironing from now on as agreed. Also I am not going to be in till late. I think I told you, but if not, I am telling you now, that I have a 5pm meeting with Mr Richardson, one of the top partners, and he then wants us to go onto dinner. I guess I will be back by about 11pm.' Pippa then hesitated, but went on.. 'I want you to agree to something..' (Pippa's voice was trailing off and I could see Pippa was now looking down at her rings twisting them round, I could her worry or was it just concern in her voice?) . I cut in to re-assure her.

'Go on Pippa. Ask. I can only say no.'

'That's what I do not want you to say..' She looked away again.

'Come on Pippa spit it out.'

'I want... I want you to agree to me being in charge of this marriage from now on.'

'What's that mean?'

Pippa was now looking me straight in the eye. Very cool and collected now I thought.

'It means I am in charge. The boss. You do what I want.'

I lay there looking up at her. Silent I felt afraid. Something through was stirring me... exciting me... Pippa in charge..

'Why?'

Pippa's voice was now quite low, almost embarrassed.. 'I have suddenly found I like it when you do what I say. She looked away but I could now see was flushing. 'It is exciting me' and then at a rush 'and I think it excites you... Does it?'

Now it was my turn to try and look away, it was difficult as I was still held down. I closed my eyes. I heard my voice almost not of my own will say

'Could we give it a trial?? I'm not sure...'

There was silence. I had to look. There was Pippa looking steadily down at me. 'Alright I agree to that on the basis of it ending when I say so, or very latest at the end of your weight loss challenge. That still puts me in charge but there is a limit'

I went to cut in. Her hand came over my mouth. 

'I've not finished yet. You have to also agree to try to obey me, and if you fail any instruction I give you, it ends immediately. It's no good if you do not try. You have to want to obey me. To enjoy obeying me'

I could feel my hardness and was relieved I was still face down. 'I will try, I promise.'

'So you do like the idea?'

I hesitated

'You must do. No man (and Pippa spat the word) would agree to such terms. You truly are a little boy, but Mummy (now Pippa's voice was sickly sweet) loves her little boy.. Oh my.. seems that Mummy's little boy finds this quite exciting...' (Pippa's right hand had again wriggled under me and found my very firm erection pressed between the me and the bed..) Her head leaned in close to me, her mouth close to my ear, 'And can you imagine what it would be like if I told you I was going on a date with another man... maybe the man has become my boyfriend... ' I just ejaculated. 'Oh dear. I think I can take that as a yes...'

I could not trust myself to speak. I nodded looking into Pippa's grey eyes which seemed to be so cool... much more mature and understanding than I felt.

Pippa wiped her hand on the sheet. Stood up.

'Right I'll be off now. By the way I called the school. They know your not so well so they do not expect you today. It will give you time to get everything sorted out. All the sheets washed and ironed, clothes as well.' 

I felt so small lying there naked while Pippa stood looking down at me so elegantly dressed. I just knew I was twitching again. Pippa clearly guessed..

'And no more playing with yourself, ok?? I still want a good fucking...tonight... I am sure after having spent most of the evening with old Mr Richardson I will need something to come home to... Love you lots... Bye..' and she was gone.

I suddenly paniced. She had not cut one of the tights or left the scissors.. 'Pippa, PIPPA, You need to cut one of the tights...'

'Ooohps...' Pippa was back. 'You just caught me. Sorry.' Snip. 'Here's the scissors. Must fly I'm late' and away she went.



Pippa and Harry Ch. 07



Please... This is a married couples journey to cuckold and beyond... so if you do not like such stories please relax and move on to the next... For others that do... enjoy 




I needed a call of nature urgently by now. Talk about holding it in. Good thing I was a man...

I cut the other tights holding the last arm and quickly got to the loo. THAT I definitely needed.

Then I got rid of the tights as by now my arms were starting to ache and really needed some massage. Grabbed a shower. My bottom was definitely tender and I went into the gym so I could fully see the back of myself. Not a pretty sight. Pink lines and clearly in places where the tip had 'whipped' round and I just 'knew' I would be getting some colourful bruises later on in the week.

I felt a bit guilty about school, but then I tried to sit down on one of our bar stools in the kitchen. Hard. Not a good idea. I jumped up fast..

Anyway I had all the washing and ironing and cleaning to do. I realised the basement bed would also need changing. Kids clothes. Washing basket plenty in there.... As I opened the basket I saw on top the white bra and panties that Pippa had put on before she 'walloped' me. I picked them up. The bra was clearly damp from sweat and I could smell her perfume. The panties, especially the front panel, were absolutely wet. I could not help myself I had to lift them up and sniff.. the smell was what I suspected... her womanly scent from her juices... She also must have truly enjoyed what we did last night. Actually what she did last night. I was really just passive.

I thought struck me. She really must get off on control of me... but then...it seems... so do I....

I got a coffee made and went and lay down on our bed. Face down. I could kneel up and drink and then lay down again to rest. Think.

Did I want it to go this way? Was it worth trying?

I felt myself get hard. I knew the answer.

With that I was up and going. Once I had done all the washing and ironing I cleaned the kitchen, emptied the dishwasher. Time flew. Picked up the kids from their after school club. Pippa had made no mention of me getting them early and I guessed she wanted to keep them totally unaware of our slightly unusual night. To say the least I thought that was a good idea!!

I was giving them tea when the phone rang. It was Pippa. She sounded excited. She had just come out of the meeting with old Mr Richardson. 

'You know he's rich?

'

'Yes'

'And you know he and his wife never had children?'

'Yes, so?'

'Your never guess.'

'What? Please Pippa, get to the point, I am in the middle of sorting out the kids tea...'

'He's retiring immediately from next Monday and going on a world cruise and... and... he's decided to give me 

his partnership share. It means from Monday I am going to be one of the senior partners. He said it was due to 

my ability, hard work, drive. You name it he said it. The other partners are all supporting him. The practice 

is doing so well I have also been given a HUGH bonus for this year.' 

'How much?'

'Not telling you it's mine...' I could hear the tease... 

'Come on Pippa.' 

'Alright, but as I am in control you not going to know how much, however it is over three times your 

yearly teaching salary.' 

'Your kidding?' 

'Nope.' 

'Wow. Plus the rise with being a partner. We be rolling in it.'

'Sorry?'

I guessed... 'Your' be rolling in it... 

'Good you know your place.' Again I could hear the tease... 

Two could play at that game... 'Yes Mummy.'

Pippa giggled. 'Now you be a good little boy and get everyone to bed early.. including yourself.. and maybe Mummy will come in and give you a nice kiss.... After which you have a job to do...

Bye.' She was gone.

I put the phone down. That was some news.

Bath time. Bed time. Story time. Finished by 10pm. After which time crawled slowly by. 

Pippa had said she would be in by about 11pm. I had a shower, got ready for bed. Finally I found on our soft bed I could 'sit down', although my bottom was still painful, and it was still better to be on my side or front. 

Read the paper. My mobile beeped. Text message from Pippa: 'Sorry. Other partners joined party. At club. Leaving now. Home by 12 xxx'

That did it. 

I wondered which partners. 

Some were like ourselves quite young... and most were male...

Stop it. I managed to concentrate on the paper... relief.

I was half dozing when I heard the front door being opened just before midnight.

'Hi there.' Pippa had clearly had a few drinks, but was in control. Excited. Had been having fun clearly.

I called down, although too loudly in case I disturbed the kids.. 'Had a good evening?'

'A 'cracker' as you would say. Pippa was clearly hurrying up the stairs. Then she was into the bedroom but did not stop... 'Hang on I need the loo.' With that she was straight into the bathroom. I was starting to harden with the thoughts of ..

Pippa undressing...stockings...

Suddenly I heard the shower going. Nooo. Too late. 

Not for long. Pippa was in the door way... naked. The light of just the bedside lamp making for erotic shadows.. Leaning against it. Smiling. 

I knew I had a smile as well.. 'That's a sight for sore eyes...'

'Bottom don't you mean...' 

We both laughed. 'Come on in.' I opened the sheets..

Our hands were all over each other. It was just like the early days. I was firming nicely. Pippa's nipples were hardening. Bedroom whispers and talk.

'How's the bottom?'

'Still somewhat sore.' A gentle hand was stroking it.

'Did it turn you on walloping me?'

'Frankly yes.

What about you? It hurt so much... but I think it was the way it all lead up to it. Your control over me. I have 

to say it turned me on.'

'I know.'

Silence for a while. Some gentle kissing.

We broke and I had to ask. 'So that was some meeting.'

'It was, talk about unexpected indeed.'

'How much is the bonus?'

'I told you.'

'No you didn't.'

'Well as much as I am telling you.'

I could hear the firmness. No point to pursue it. I would see it later in our joint bank statement. Let's move on...

'How was the evening? Dinner and then a club?'

'Yes. Dinner with old Richardson was ok. Then he said he was going home, but that I had to go to a club 

where some of the other partners who were waiting to celebrate with me. Then I came home.'

By now we were again into our regular rhythm. Both damp. Both enjoying each other. 

I then put my foot in it. (Why did I do that?). Again. I just had to ask. There was something about that last statement that did not seem to match with the additional hour and also how excited Pippa was when she came in.

'Come on who was there?'

'Just the usual guys and girls.'

'Who?'

'Bob, Susan, Ali, Richard, David, Joy, Phil, Chris, Peter..'

'Not Peter?'

'Yes, why not?'

I could think of 'why not'. He was a right pain as far as I was concerned. 

He thought he was God's gift to women and treated me with contempt as I was 'just a teacher'... as well as thinking he was always right. 

Trouble was, as I conceded to myself, he probably was good with the ladies and probably good at this job. 

On top of which he had a stinking rich father who was a top barrister. 

Mind you we have a good base ourselves now... which was something to console myself with.

'Wakey wakey..' Pippa was nudging me in the ribs.

I had been day dreaming. 'Sorry.

So Peter was there.'

'He was.'

The clipped way Pippa said it. I just knew it, something must have happened. That statement was too flat.

My stomach tightened.

'What happened?'

'What?'

'I know you. Something happened.'

'You don't want to know.'

'I do.'

Pippa moved a fraction away from me, although we were still joined at the hip...

'If I tell you then you had better be able to finish what we are doing to my satisfaction.'

'No problem there.

What did he do? Be a pain? Embarrass you?'

'You still want to know. You fail to satisfy me tonight and you are in the basement spare room for the rest of the week. Dad's so well and needs to sleep on his own downstairs ok?'

Pippa was eyeing me speculatively..

'Ok little boy...

Peter flirted with me. I flirted back. I had had a couple of drinks as you can imagine with the fantastic news I'd got. He's handsome and very intelligent and witty.'

(Not to me he isn't). Pippa had paused... I pressed 'Go on'

'Anyway there was a dance floor. We got dancing and then a slow one..'

I swallowed. My throat felt dry. 'I think you had better stop.'

There was a hardness now in Pippa's voice. A hint also of suppressed excitement? 

'No. You asked for it and now your going to get it.

She paused. 

'That's nice. That lovely.' 

It was true I was hardening again and my 'thrustings' were with more vigour. Clearly Pippa was enjoying it more too as she was moving similarly in time with more energy. 

We were both getting turned on more..

Pippa started again..

'Where were we... I know... on the dance floor.

Peter put his arms round me. Strong arms and he smelt good, a clean manly scent, just as a man should be. 

I sort of melted into them, moving...'

(I was hammering into Pippa, she was pushing back. This was fantastic for us both).

Pippa was continuing .. 'and of course his hands went down from my back to my bottom. It felt good and

then while we in a clench, moving to the music my thighs pressed into his.. and clearly he knew I was 

wearing stockings...'

'I felt him get more than just turned on when he realised I had stockings on. I saw Peter's eyes go wide.. He almost could not get the words out... but he did...

'Pippa, I just cannot believe it. You have stockings on. Do you wear them often?'

'Nope first time tonight.'

'Well here's something else which will be a first'

Pippa paused. We were looking at each other... 'Harry do you know what it was?'

I shook my head. I did not want to guess.

Pippa's face reminded me of what a cat looks like when it is playing with a mouse... Her eyes were glittering..

'He kissed me.'

I jerked hard at that. Pippa felt it and smirked. 'Like that do you...??

I could not say a word. I could not look away. I was as hard as rock. 

'Anyway it was gentle to start with, but firm. It was yummy Harry... and then his tongue. He tasted so good. 

All the time he was letting his hands wander and at one moment he had them up my skirt. 

Playing with me...

NOOOO... 

You utter, utter beast Harry.'

I had not managed to stay the course. Already I could feel myself shrinking. Disaster

Pippa's face went hard. The grey eyes storm like. Her lips were thin. 

'I was nearly there. You just could not hold back. Your useless. Totally pathetic.'

She was wriggled out from under me.

'That does it.

You get out of this bed this instant. 

Go and sleep in one of the the spare rooms and we're talk tomorrow after the kids are in bed.

Remember.. your 'not very well...'

She pushed me away, turned her back to me.

I did not know what to do. I was in two minds, but I did not want another fight, and unlike last time this time I felt she was really not playing around. She really was fed up and frustrated and just wanted nothing more to do with me.

I felt sick.

I realised no choice... but to go to the basement spare room As I went downstairs it was almost as if I was being sent to my prison cell.... or the servants quarters... and as that came into my mind... so did the the thought of serving Pippa... being at her beck and call.... I could feel it... It was doing something to me... My mind.... 

I had to get some a grip.... unfortunately for me I knew what I would be gripping shortly... but I could not help it. It WAS exciting me these thoughts, ideas




Pippa and Harry Ch. 08



Married couples Journey... Where the wife becomes more dominant and the husband a cuckold... you have been warned.. and for those who enjoy such stories please enjoy.

*

Next morning we were all up early, but Pippa was before me. I just had a brief 'good morning' from her when I got up the stairs from the basement, and some chat over breakfast with the children. 

I had the children in the car ready to take them to school when I decided to just pop back and say a nice good bye... something I always tried to do. Maybe it would start to get me back into Pippa's good graces again.

She was just inside by the hall mirror adjusting her jacket.

'Ah, wondered if you'd come to give me your usual kiss'

I smiled. 'Of course dear.'

'Don't you dear me. I'm really not happy with you. You were absolutely pathetic last night. Useless.'

I could see Pippa's eyes reflected in the mirror. Flinty grey. I could feel myself stirring. Something about the way Pippa was treating me was turning me on... although I felt so embarrassed. I really was pathetic.

'Err.. Yes, I'm sorry.'

'Right' Pippa seemed to be steeling herself. She stood very straight, and with her pumps on, I suddenly realised she was the same height as I am. Just under six feet. I looked questioningly at her...Her eyes seemed to be drilling into me... 'Right, for the rest of the week you can get on your knees and kiss my shoes before you go to work.'

'What?'

'You heard. Do it now. Respectfully and then get back and take the kids to school.'

I knelt down. This was silly, but I could feel myself getting hard again, I started to feel myself . Maybe I could take a peek up her skirt at those stocking tops.

'No peeking little boy.'

Clearly Pippa had thought of that!

I was hard. 

I gave the toe of each shoe a kiss, which was not a peck, nor a 'wet one' with tongue. It seemed to satisfy Pippa however.

'Off you go then.' 

As I go to my feet Pippa suddenly grabbed me, one hand going in between the buttons of my shirt to reach under my shirt and squeeze one of my nipples hard. 

While at the same time pulling me towards her and giving me a quick, strong kiss with a tongue which invaded my mouth. 

Her knee pushed in between my legs, against my erection. It was over before I was fully aware of what was happening. She pushed me away.

'Go on, before I grab you again. You clearly like that treatment... and I like doing it to you. Expect more!'

I hesitated.. stunned almost, by this quick, almost assault on my body.

'You will be late to drop the kids at their school. Go'.

I went and as I drove to the school I found myself constantly thinking about the morning. What was it that made me find myself getting so turned on and excited?? 

I was doing something which even two weeks ago I would not have considered, why?

I dropped off the kids and went to work. It kept on nagging at me through the day. I picked up the kids from their after school club and then back for tea. Must not forget the washing and ironing... It was while I was ironing one of Pippa's blouses it came to me.

I found the idea of Pippa being with someone else tremendously exciting. I love her I know that... but in a way I could see that I felt somewhat inferior to her. In turn this was putting her on a pedestal. Something to be admired. Loved. Excited by. Out of reach. I wanted her to have it all. 

Now all these feelings were coming to the surface, started I could now see by Steve's return. 

Dark mental images of what Steve and Pippa had done. Now they were in the front of my mind. 

It was being fuelled by Pippa, seemingly also finding the idea of control over me, dominating me even, exciting. 

Her coldness was in a way torment... but then the close touch and love from her to me afterwards. It inflamed my senses. 

Tortured me with the idea of someone else possessing her body. That Pippa would possibly allow it. Would she encourage it? Enjoy it??

Love. It has many sides... I could feel change in the air. Being teased. Being denied. Submitting to Pippa. Serving her. Loving it.

Later on in the day after work Pippa came in and things seemed very much back to normal. We got the kids in bed, a bottle wine open and were relaxing in the sitting room, half watching the news on television.

There was however a feeling of tension in the air. I kept quiet. Suddenly Pippa 'kicked the ball'.. the game was in play again...

'Harry, I think we need to talk.'

My stomach knotted. 'Ok.'

'You know what about.'

'Yes'

'I've been thinking about the last few days.'

I cut in. 'So have I, and before you go on Pippa, please, I must say something..' 

Pippa was lying on the sofa, shoes off. My eyes kept being drawn to her legs however her dress was well down. 

I did so want to see those stocking tops...

'So tell me.' 

I mentally prepared myself. 'I just want to know that I really deeply truly love you.'

'That's sweet.'

'Err yessss. 

Well here it is...' (I had to get it out in one go. Quickly. Otherwise I knew I would not manage it).

'I find that I want you to be able to do whatever you want, while...

I want to do whatever you want.'

(Pippa I could see was watching me carefully as I was saying these things).

'I want you to control me. 

I find the idea of you being with someone else immensely painful, but at the same time stimulating in the extreme.

I am a mixture of emotions. Sorry'

There I had said it

Pippa face was still. Trying not to show emotion I guessed.

I waited. Finally it seemed a long time but I guess only a minute Pippa calmly said 'You really like me being in control?'

'Yes.'

'Can you handle it? Could you handle it?'

'Yes' (I could feel my penis trying so hard to expand in my jeans. I tried not to let it show).

Pippa laughed. I looked at her questioningly 'Sorry what's so funny?'

'You have absolutely no idea... have you?'

'What of?'

What it would mean if I control you. 

'I honestly don't know.'

'Glad you said that as it is important we both are truthful. 

If we both think of you as a little boy needing to be taught then we can understand each other.'

As I looked a question Pippa continued... 

'You will be loved, but must do what I tell you. If you fail there will be consequences'

It was my turn to try and not give my expression away. 'Consequences?'

Pippa's voice was now teasing... 'Punishments, going to bed at 6.30pm like a good little boy while Mummy has dinner downstairs with a friend... perhaps a male friend. Possibly being tied up while I go shopping with the children.... or I might wallop you again.... whatever I decide. So. Do you think you can handle that?'

I did not want to think too much! All I knew was that this was one of the most sexy conversations I had ever had with Pippa. I was rock hard. I had to go for it, but I also needed to know something else. 'I do, but do you like the idea of it?'

Pippa gave me a long look. Thoughtful. Clearly considering the question. 

'Let's say certain aspects appeal a lot to me. Some more than I really want to seriously thing about at the 

moment. Other thoughts I find really exciting, but some of these scare me.'

Pippa paused for a moment. I waited. She went on.

'I have to say teasing you and, being in control, is really making me... 'come alive' shall we say?

Pippa's expression then changed, hardened...

'I am also upset you cannot seem to fuck me properly now, just quickly exploding...'

'I'm sorry.'

'Yes I know your are.. but you know what I thought of last night?

'When you sent me down to the basement spare room?'

'Yes lying in bed... it crossed my mind how exciting it would have been if Steve had been with us for dinner and I had made you clear up, while we were relaxing in the lounge. Then sending you to the basement. While I took Steve to bed. I imagined your face. All pleading. Your just about to go down the steps to your single room... while I was leading Steve up the stairs... Looking back over my shoulder... seeing your face... desperate but excited..

not wanting me to do it..., but also at the same time finding it the ultimate gift. Giving into me... Letting me control you.' 

I suddenly noticed Pippa's hand was now under her dress. Stimulating herself.. The dress was edging up.. I thought.. anytime now I will see those stocking tops.

Pippa must have followed my gaze for suddenly she stopped. Sat up and looked at me.

Her face somewhat defiant. 'So now you know'

'Yes, it seems as if it does something for us both' I stopped. Looked again at Pippa

Pippa was now finding something funny. She was clearly trying not to giggle. I raised an eyebrow 'What's funny?'

'Us. Who would have thought we would be talking about this. It's come out of nowhere in last few days/week... ok if you want to try it so do I.' (Pippa's eyes were full of excitement. I could see it. Sparkling with fun). 'You have to formally ask me. You have to ask me to take control of you and all that means. I decide what you can or cannot do. It applies in all areas of our lives.'

I was silent. Pippa continued 'of course that supposes you trust me as your loving wife...'

I could feel the trap opening up.... and hurried to reply..and went straight into it.. 'Of course I love and trust you'

Pippa's smile was wide 'Well there you are then... up to you..'

I took a deep breath 'ok. I will do it. Will you please please take full control over me Pippa?'

Pippa looked very pleased with herself I thought. 'Fine I will take control from now on. I doubt you will be able to cope and when you ask me to release you we will know you failed.... probably tomorrow... but we will see'

Pippa's voice changed. It become more business-like..

'Right I'm for bed. So are you. In your basement room remember. However I want you to give me an answer to something tomorrow morning. 

Quite important. This is one of the things I have been thinking about.

You know the bonus I got and that my salary is going to be so much more.' 

I just knew that was a statement more than a question... 'Yes'

'Well I want you to become my house husband. Full time. Give up work. Just mind the house and look after the kids. Become my perfect 'Suzy homemaker'..

I just stared at her. 'That's a big ask.' I took a deep breath. I could not fail immediately. 'What will I say to all our friends and colleagues?

'Just what a woman would say if the position was reversed'

I thought about it, but before I could reply Pippa continued.

'You are giving up work as your wife is the head of the household and has got such a responsible job that it is important for you to look after the house and kids for her.

Get the picture?'

'I will feel humiliated.' 

'True, but bet you're hard.' I could see that Pippa was grinning at me... looking at my crotch and the bulge in my jeans.

'So tomorrow morning I would like tea in bed at 7.15am... and by the way put on that pink and white apron which I sometimes use.. It's yours if you take the position... Your need it, especially if you fail to get back to fucking me well... 

Pippa's voice hinted at being excited...

'I can imagine you serving tea in bed to me and my male house guest... who is able to do the job you clearly can't... can you imagine that?'

I could. How delicious and humiliating... I could feel myself rubbing against the inside of my jeans..

I came in my pants....

I was damp.

Pippa was now smiling maliciously at me. 

'I think I know what just happened. 

However just to be sure think about what I have said overnight and I hope to see you at 7.15am... with tea... in that pink and white pinny..'

Later , lying in the bed in the spare room.. 

I had to play with myself again before getting to sleep. Running and re-running the evening in my mind.. Did I want this. My body was telling me the answer...



Pippa and Harry Ch. 09



It is a loving couple cuckold story with developing FEMDOM... so if you do not like these please do not read... For those who do hope this is a good Chapter... just about half way for those who are interested...

*

7.15am found me knocking on Pippa's bedroom door (knocking on 'MY'? old bedroom's door??).

Pippa's sleepy voice called out, 'Come in.'

My stomach was tight.

I went in. 

Pippa was stirring... and I watched as I stood there with the tea on the tray. 

A smile started to develop over her face, which was then wiped clear.

Grey eyes now focused looked steadily at me.

'So you decided yes then...

Oh goody. This will be fun darling. 

I must say you do look a pretty boy in your pinny.

Put the tea down there on the bedside table.'

I went to do so.. 

Pippa was giggling.

'I do think you like being treated this way.'

I could feel my penis struggling to expand, and just knew there would be a bit of a bulge showing. 

I did not trust myself to say anything.

Pippa had spotted it, and of course, as I went to the bedside table she leant over and rubbed her hand on it. 

'Someone really likes this treatment.' 

I nearly slopped the tea, but just managed to get it down on the table in time.

I looked over and just caught a glimpse of one of Pippa's breasts as she re-arranged her nightgown. 

I quickly looked away. 

Pippa picked up the tea. Sipped. 

'Very nice... What are you waiting for? run along and get the kids breakfast and keep the pinny on.'

I turned tail and left..

At breakfast Pippa teased me further about the pinny. 

'I do like it you know Harry, and it does protect you from all the mess of cooking, cleaning and washing up.

Some housewives wear them all the time. 

I think you should keep it on when you do jobs round the house..'

I looked over. Pippa was holding a cup of coffee in two hands gently blowing on the top to cool the liquid a little. Her eyes met mine and I could see the twinkle of the tease there.. This was a lot of fun. For us both.

Pippa looked so well groomed and professional with her nails carefully polished, hair, make up and suit. 

All perfect. I looked down at myself, ....not quite the same.

As I looked up I could see Pippa's lips were twitching again.. something more I was sure..

'Good news children, Daddy's going to give up working so he can be here at home to look after you full time. 

Isn't that great. 

He's going to be handing in his notice today and that means he should be free from tomorrow week 

Right?'

I nodded. My gut was tense.

The kids where excited. 

Daddy there to help and play with them all the time.

I could, I was sure, get that arranged, but did I really want to? 

I was due to finish in about a week anyway, but had a number of enquiries out and was sure to get more work... but as I looked over again at Pippa I knew the answer was yes. Her calm manner. Her looks. Her control. Her teasing... I needed to take this path.. to try it.. 

When I went to give Pippa a kiss goodbye before taking the kids to school I could see the finger pointing downwards. I knew it had to be the shoes...

As I got up she again repeated yesterday. Grabbed me and kissed me forcefully, although this time she nipped my bottom lip a little with her teeth.

'Owe!' 

'Like that?'

'Not really.'

'That's funny your still very hard...' Pippa's right hand was now digging into my groin. Squeezing.

Her left hand pulled my head down and my ear to her lips

'And by the way you eat tea with the children from now on as you're a 'little boy', I am sure they will like 

Daddy doing that. 

You can serve my supper to me later.'

With that Pippa released me.

I felt so small... but I felt so submissive to her.. and it was exciting.. the thought of waiting on her... serving her..

With a grin Pippa pushed me away.. 'Bye darling... have a nice day.'

I went to take the kids to their school and hand in my notice at mine...

The day was strange in a way. Handing in the notice was not difficult; when asked about what I was going to do I explained we had a number of things needed to be done round the house and that Pippa's job was going so well that she had less time, so I needed to be at home more.

I thought most things had gone smoothly till Jane a teacher with who I had worked with on and off for a number of years cornered me just after lunch. I was having a quiet coffee in the office, before going home as I was finished for the day, which I shared with her and one other teacher, when she came in and shut the door. Not unusual in itself, but I heard the lock being turned and looked up to see her coming over to my desk with quite a serious face. You know what they say about people invading your space and that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up... That was the exactly the feeling I got now. 

Jane came round the desk where I was sitting and stood beside me looking down. Then moved a few books aside on the desk and putting both hands on either side of her lifted herself up and sat down on the desk next to me. We were sort of facing each other, but side by side. Jane pushed back a little more onto the desk so that she had sufficient room to sit comfortably and at the same time cross her legs. 

I wondered what was going on, but thought it prudent to wait. I was sure I would find out in good time.

Jane is quite attractive, a slim, dark haired lady. In her mid 30's, so a little older than I. We had always got on well in a professional manner. She sometime reminded me of Pippa and could be quite firm with the children. Good teacher through. Nice legs... Talking of which my eyes had been unable not to look down next to me at them. Jane's skirt was not very short but of course had ridden up somewhat when she had sat down. Now she was pulling it down, but the crossed legs still looked good to me..

'Just thought I would come in and say how sorry I am to hear you are leaving us.'

'Err yes...' (There has got to be more than that... otherwise why lock the door??)

That crossed leg was swinging a little. Delightful... 

'Why is that?'

I dragged my eyes and mind away from that leg..

I explained as I had to others that morning. 

'So you are going to be a househusband?'

'Well not exactly...'

'Sounds like to me.

What are you going to do?'

'Look after the kids, the house and garden.'

'Anything else?'

'Well do the cleaning and washing. Usual things. Maybe do some private tuition. Odd jobs which fit in with

my schedule.'

'That sounds usual for a housewife, sorry househusband.'

I knew I was starting to get red in the face. This was embarrassing.

'Don't worry. Not going to tease you too much. Just thought I would check.' 

'Why?'

'Actually I thought if you were going to have some spare time... and you wanted a part time job... I could 

provide you with one.'

Jane stopped. I prompted her..

'Go on. What is it, what would it involve?'

'I've just lost my part time cleaning maid.. so I thought you could have job. 

There is also the garden that needs doing.'

I just starred.

'Don't look that way. If you have the time or want the work the offer's there.'

With that Jane pushed off the desk and moved over to the door. 

About to leave. 

Casually glancing over to me..

'I take it that Pippa has trained you to take orders?'

Now I was definitely red in the face. I did not know what to say...'Err..'

'I mean if your going to be a househusband she must be in charge, so logically you take orders.'

'Err..'

I found this conversation was starting to not only embarrass me, but to cause a certain part of me to wish to expand. 

I was starting to get excited.

I tried to keep focused. Deep breath. Be open. Your not going to be seeing her again. Get it over with.

'Err... I am starting to..'

'Starting to?'

'We only found out in the last week or so that we enjoyed it when Pippa was in charge.'

'What started it off?'

'One of Pippa's old boyfriends turned up and we had dinner and when I saw them together I started to think 

about them...' 

'And'

'Well... err... when we went to make love later on I sort of came very quickly...'

'You liked the idea of someone else having Pippa?'

'Yes'

'You're a 'wanna be' cuckold.'

I just looked. 

'You know what a 'cuckold' is?'

'Yes, but I don't want that.'

'No? Bet your totally turned on by the thought of that boyfriend, or any man for that matter, taking your place

in Pippa's bed. Are you?'

I could not look at Jane more. I looked down at my desk.

'Yes'

'Sorry. Say that clearly.'

'Yes.' (It hurt. My breathing seemed to be becoming ragged again).

'Do you know why I know all this?'

'No.'

'Rob my husband and I swing a little.'

I was shocked. I could not imagine them swinging. I knew what swinging was, but had never experienced it, or even for that matter met any couples involved in it, not even really thought about it for that matter.

'Don't be. I know you are shocked, we just ended up doing it with three other couples on holiday a few years 

ago. It's only amongst that group. (Jane shrugged). Anyway one of the couples wives found that her 

husband prefers to watch. 

We found out that the name for such a man, married to a woman who enjoys others in her bed, is 'a cuckold'. 

He also likes his wife to be in charge... and you know.. she likes it too. 

He likes to be humiliated. 

She likes teasing him.. and getting fucked hard by the others.'

I was open mouthed. 

I found it incredible to hear all this from Jane. 

Nice respectable Jane. They only lived a mile or so away from us....

Jane was now coming back to my desk. 

'Rob and I also found we liked humiliating this guy...

I am sure it would be great for us to meet up with our respective spouses.. don't you think?'

I was already shaking my head. No way.

Jane's hand went up.

I tried to move away... I heard myself say in, (almost fearful?), a strangled voice 'Please don't'

Jane was clearly amused.. 'What did you think I was going to do?'

'I don't know, but I was scared.' 

'Don't be. All I was going to do is this. Hold still.'

I tensed, but stayed still

Her right hand came out and her fingers softly stroked down the left hand side of my face, hair, ear, cheek, ending up gently holding my chin. Tilting my face up, to look at her. In a very husky sexy voice, almost a whisper she leaned in towards me... 'I think you are very very excited..' 

My throat was dry, tight... 'Yes.'

As I opened my mouth to say 'yes' Jane pushed her thumb into my mouth.

'Suck.'

Suck I did

'Good boy.' (Jane's voice was almost a 'purr')

'I think you do want us to meet up and I think we could all have fun. I think you need to be trained to be 

totally submissive.' My eyes were totally focussed looking up at Jane. Sucking her thumb..

'I know you are going home shortly. When I take my thumb out of your mouth I want you to write down your 

home telephone number for me and then get up and turn round and face the wall. 

By the way do you have a permanent marker pen?

(What for?)

Jane removed her thumb from my mouth. It game out with a plop. She wiped it dry on my tie..

I grabbed a pen and scribbled down the number on a scrap of paper.

'And the marker?'

I checked one of the drawers. I had a couple, 'blue or black?'

'Black I think it lasts longer.

Come on get up and face the wall. I have a class in 5 minutes and got to hurry now.'

I got up and faced the wall.

I could sense Jane was close behind me slightly to one side. I could taste her perfume. A voice was whispering.

'Harry undo your shirt.' I did.

'Lift it right up as high as you can and stay still... I am going to write a message for you wife on your back...'

I jerked. 'No.'

'Yes Harry... I know you want this... You know you want it...relax...'

The voice was quiet but firm. I thought I could detect some excitement. Goodness knows I was excited.. 

I was starting down a further downward spiral... I could feel it, but for some reason seemed powerless to resist.

The pen's top came off. I knew the sound. I could even smell it..

Permanent marker pens have that curious smell about them. 

Almost like alcohol or petrol. Something you do not forget. 

'Well done Harry this is sure to lead to lots of fun..' Jane was enjoying this. I could hear it in her voice.

The pen was writing on my back. A number I felt sure, and something else.

It was scratched me a bit, but the hand that held it was warm. Steady writing. Quite a lot...

'Nearly done now.' 

What was she doing? writing an Epistle?

'And a few kisses... Xxx'

Snap the cap was back on. 

'Right you can put the shirt down now and I be off. Have fun tonight...

Also,... I'm sure you know how important it is.. 

Make sure you tell Pippa of this chat and show her your back.'

I was not so sure I would. Even if this sounded fun now I could think of lots of reasons not to go on. 

I had turned round as I was putting on my shirt and Jane was studying my face. I think something must have shown.

'Do remember I have your telephone number... and I can always get your address from the office here being such 

a close colleague for a number of years..'

I swallowed.

Jane nodded. 'Good. I'll be off to class then.' With that Jane was back to the door unlocking it and gone.

I sat back in the chair. I was shaking. Where was all this leading??

The afternoon went in a blur. 

Home. 

Some washing and ironing. 

Pick up kids from after school club. Organise tea.

I remembered just in time to eat with them. The kids thought this was great and in a way so did I. Fun to play with them. Be normal. 

Then it was a case of organizing supper for Pippa. 

Kids to bath, read stories, bed.

I was conscious this could well my life for the next few years. Did I want this? 

I loved those children. There were a lot of people who did not have this opportunity and I should make the most of it.

Easy supper for Pippa. Fresh salmon baked in foil, parsley sauce, new potatoes, peas. 

Pippa had called to say she would be in about 8pm and I had it all ready. 

She was late and then I heard the crunch of tyres on the drive. Sounded like two cars. 

The door bell rang.

Fortunately just once so it did not wake the kids.

I had been wearing the pinny, but no way was I going to answer the door wearing that...took it off quickly and threw it down behind the kitchen door.

I opened up to find Pippa there. 

Waving to someone who was driving away. A smile on her face.

As I opened the door she gave me a glance, and I saw a frown pass over her face.

I asked 'Forgotten your key?'

'What?'

'I said 'forgotten your key?''

Pippa's face was now darkening.

'Harry.'

I felt worried...

The voice worried me more... It was not raised, but there was a hint of menace about it. I found myself getting hard as Pippa spoke.

'Harry, I do not have to answer to you. I may or may not have forgotten my key, but if I or anyone else rings the 

bell you answer immediately. I also do not see you wearing your pinny. Why not?'

'I took it off before going to answer the door.' (I felt defiant, but but...)

Pippa by now had brushed past me down the hall into the kitchen.

'What's that?' Pippa was now pointing at the pinny which was lying behind the door.

'Well it's the apron. I put it down there out of the way.'

Pippa looked at me steadily.

'Do you think that is the right way to treat your clothes?'

'No.'

'If you do something wrong what do you deserve?'

I knew what she wanted. I could see no way out. I was like a little boy in front of his Mummy

'Please Pippa, I'm really sorry. I'll hang it up next time.'

Her eyes flashed. 

Another mistake. I tried again.

'I'll wear it next time to answer the door.'

A brief smile, but then the grey eyes were still flinty, and the lips were firmly pressed together.

'What do you deserve?'

I was almost dancing on the spot. 

'Stand still and answer.'

I looked down. 'To be punished.'

'Good, now we are agreed, bend over that kitchen table.' 

I looked in appeal however clearly there would be no acquittal, although I could try.. 'Please?'

'No. Over the table.'

As I went to bend over the table at the opposite end to where I had laid a place setting for supper for Pippa I glanced fearfully at her. Pippa had reached out and picked up a long handled wooden spoon which I had been using to stir the parsley sauce. Pippa saw me look in her direction.

'Yes. I think you need six wallops and I am going to give them to you with this, after I have washed to sauce 

off. You just stay there and think about it.'

Pippa turned to the sink and started cleaning off the spoon under running water.

She started to chat to me..

'By the way how was your day?'

'So so.' I could hardly think straight... and here was Pippa was having a mundane domestic conversation, while she cleaned up a wooden spoon.. to smack me. It was surreal... but ..

'I want to hear all about it after supper and you can hear about mine'.

The washing had stopped and now Pippa was drying it with a tea cloth. All very normal.. except we knew shortly it was going to used to 'wallop' me...

Pippa was approaching. 

I felt trepidation and my bottom checks tensed. I was still sore from Sunday and I knew this would hurt. 

I could see the rise and fall of Pippa's breasts. Her breathing was definitely quicker...

'Tell me something before I give you something to remember... are you hard?'

Pippa had said it such a matter of fact way that it hardly registered. 

Then it did.

I was.

'Yes.'

'Good. Then not only will this hurt, so hopefully you will not forget what you need to do in future, but you 

will enjoy it. Say thank you to Mummy for being so good to you.'

I was horrified, however what choice did I have?

'Thank you Mummy.'

'There's a good boy.' There was a lightness now in the voice Pippa was starting to relax. I wondered why...

I felt Pippa move round to my side. 

Her left hand on the top of my back. The right holding the long handled spoon. Gently rubbing my bottom with it. 

'Ready?' 

I gulped.

'Be a brave boy. I am going to do them quickly so they do not take up too much time. You can say go...'

'Go'. 

One, two, three, four, five, six. 

Pippa smacked me as fast as she could. Hard. 

It hurt, but not like the belt and I could just about take it. 

My bottom still felt like it was on fire.

'There you go, all done. You were a brave little boy. No crying out this time.'

I stood up. My bottom was too sore to touch.

'I'll just fresh up a little and come down while you serve up.'

Pippa handed me the spoon and went off. 

I watched her go. Desire flooded me as I watched her legs and bottom sway away.

I put the pinny on again, served up, and when Pippa came down I was rewarded by a warm smile. 

I held her chair for her. Bustled round to serve her meal, pour her a glass of white wine.

As I was going back to the sink to start washing up..

'Harry.' 

'Yes dear.'

'Why don't you sit and have a glass with me at the table while I eat. We can chat. 

You can then clear up while I get sorted out for the morning..'

I got a glass and went to pour myself some wine when a hand reached out and gently went on top of mine. 

Holding it. 

I looked at Pippa, who was smiling sardonically at me...

'Darling. Little, weeny boys do not drink alcohol, do they?'

It was bitter sweet. So humiliating but for whatever reason so exciting to be spoken to like this.

'No.'

'I think you should have a large glass of milk.'




Pippa and Harry Ch. 09



I said no more. Went back and swapped the wine glass for a glass beaker and poured the milk. 

I sat down opposite Pippa and watched as she ate. 

Very neat, like a cat. Precise and careful. 

Occasionally she would glance up at me and when she did the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch a little. Finally she was finished and pushed her plate away. Took a sip of her wine and leaned back...

'Sorry I was late.' 

'No problem. You don't have to apologise.' 

'No I don't do I?' I almost could see Pippa mentally chastising herself... No need to apologise..I am in control.

'But I am sure the reason why will get you going...'

I raised an eyebrow and took a gulp of milk.

As I put the beaker down my wife leant over the table with her napkin... 

'Do let me wipe that white moustache away.. no need for my little boy to look like a man now is there..'

So degrading, but so exciting to be treated this way...

'Hold still now.'

I did. The napkin wiped my mouth.

'There isn't that better now?'

'Yes.'

Pippa was grinning at me.

'I liked doing that to you.' 

'I know. It's exciting for me also.'

We shared a moment together.

I saw the grey eyes change again. They could be so expressive at times, at others inscrutable.

'So are you going to ask...?'

I steeled myself...

'So why were you late?'

'Peter took me out for quick drink.' 

'So that is who you were waving to when I opened the door.' 

'Sure was.' 

'Ugh.'

'I know you don't like him... but I do.'

I looked at Pippa. 

'Live with it.'

I shrugged. Not much I could do about it. 

'Just so long as he does not come here.'

Pippa was giggling. 

'What's so funny?' 

Pippa could hardly get the words out... 

'That's so 'sweet', but not your choice... 

Peter said he would definitely 'cum' here when he was invited... 

and I intend to invite him at some time and you will be very nice and look after him.'

I looked daggers at Pippa who noticed and her face changed.

'There is no choice. I decide.' Her voice was now very firm.

(I must be mad...My body ached, especially my stomach which seemed to yet again be in 'knots'. I was turned on again with the idea of Peter, Pippa. Here in this house...I must be mad.)

Pippa was now studying me 

'What about your day. Did you hand in your notice?'

'Yes.'

'Anyone say anything?'

Here it was. I really did not have any option, but to confess what had happened. 

The discussion with Jane. 

That she and her husband did a little swinging. 

That one of the couples had ended up with the husband being a cuckold, and liking it. 

That she had written something on my back. 

Pippa was enthralled. 

I realised also that she was finding some excitement in terms of the story and the predicament I had been in. 

One of her hands was no longer on the table and I thought I knew where it had gone..

'So have you looked in a mirror?'

'No'

'Why not?'

I looked away and then back towards her. 

'I was scared to see what it said. 

I know she wrote quite a bit and I imagine it's not so easy to read, especially reversed.'

Pippa was quiet for a moment.

'I think you should go downstairs to your room. Strip down and wait for me. 

I want to think about your discussion with Jane for a moment or two before I read what's she written on your back.

Off you go.'

As I went I could imagine Pippa was starting to play with herself. I was sure she was damp. I could almost smell her arousal, I clearly saw the excitement in her eyes when I talked about Jane and her husband Rob...

As I stripped off, looking down again, I could see my own hardness and knew that I was aroused as was Pippa..

What were we both becoming??

I sat down. Waited. Eventually, maybe ten minutes later Pippa appeared in the doorway still wearing her business suit. 

'Ready?'

I nodded. Wondering.

Pippa came in and grabbed my cock which was sticking up. Her hand grasped my erection firmly.

'Walkies.'

It hurt. I had no option but to get up and follow where Pippa pulled me...

'Time to take my little doggy down to the gym.' 

A vision of being put in the dog cage down here suddenly entered my mind... being locked up...on my knees... looking up Pippa's skirt... seeing her stocking tops.. her pussy... I jerked.

Pippa felt it

'Why that jerk?'

I licked my lips did I want to tell the truth??

'Truth now.' (Was she a mind reader?)

I told her.

Pippa was staggered. She let go of my penis.

'Your serious?' 

'No...well.. it's just when you said that what you did about being a little doggy I could not help myself.'

Pippa was slowing wrapping her fingers round my cock again...

'I am going to say something. If you jerk you do it.'

I tensed...

'So if I said I was going to make you crawl.... you'd quite like it.. so you could try and see up my skirt?'

I jerked..

'Oh my little boy, what a dirty nasty little boy you are!

Down on your knees.'

I did as I was told. Looking up. Pippa seemed so much taller..

'I doubt you will see up my skirt as I will be going first and be much faster than a crawling little doggy, but you 

can try.'

It turned out to be correct. I tried, but Pippa was too fast which was not really a surprise. 

Great view of her shoes and legs though... (he-he!)

We got there, it was not far from the bedroom, but what a sight we made with me trying to keep up with Pippa on my knees. Pippa found it hilarious. It was not easy and both of us were laughing by the end. 

'Alright stand up and let's get into the gym.'

'Can I ask something?'

'What?'

'Why have we come here to read what's on my back? Why did you not read it in the bedroom.?'

'Just thought it would be more fun here. 

From what you told me of Jane I reckon it's going to be something which might set a few things off...'

We were facing each other, quite close and Pippa's hand was reaching out, lightly stroking my erection.. a slight smile playing round her lips..

'Face the wall mirror. 

Closer so you are just a few inches away. 

I'm sure it feels much more intimate.. for us both..'

I did as I was told.. We were close, I could feel Pippa close behind my back, Her clothes, breast pressing up against me. Her hot breath, voice whispering in my ear. My penis was now pushing up against the mirror. The tip touching, rubbing, leaving a trail of precum on the surface. I could see Pippa in the mirror behind me.

'Hands behind your head.' I clutched them to the back of my neck.

Pippa stood back a little behind me. Studying my back.

I could see in the mirror a smile spreading over Pippa's face as she started to read..

What did it say??

'And you say she did this in permanent ink?' Pippa was looking at me in the mirror.

I nodded.

Pippa nearly was finished. I could see this as I watched her eyes move down and then stop at the bottom before coming back to mine. A hand was playing with my penis. Moving up an down, it was as if it was being stroked by feathers... exciting... but not allowing me to go further. Teasing. The tip still brushing the mirror glass... leaving a slimy trail.. Pippa was whispering again.. 'Like that?'

'Yes.'

'Good...' and then Pippa added enigmatically, 'you might not be getting many more in the future.'

What did that mean?

'Shall I read what Jane has written?'

'Please. I really want to know.'

'Sure you do, but after I have read it you might change your mind..'

I mentally braced myself as Pippa paused for a moment. Then read..

'Dear Pippa, If you read this then you really do have something to play with. Your hubby confessed. He wants 

to be a cuckold. I wonder if he really knows what that will mean? How submissive he will become? 

The excitement he will feel and experience. Do you have the nerve (the love?) to take it all the way... to enslave him??

Does the thought of him being totally and utterly dependent on you, totally under your control make you damp 

and wet. I hope so. Call me tomorrow evening if you want to chat. (There is a number by the way). 

Love Jane Xxxx'

As Pippa read the words slowly she was gently using her hands on my penis. 

It was the most beautiful slow 'wank' that I have ever had. 

I could see her face in the mirror looking down at my back. 

Her arm coming round to allow her hand to play with me. 

The contrast of me being naked while Pippa fully clothed; in a very professional business suit. 

Controlling me. 

An outside Goddess. 

Someone to look up to for who I was willing to do everything she wanted...

As she finished reading Pippa's eyes came up to look over my shoulder...

I was trying to 'fuck' her hand to get more friction. 

There was a far away look in her eyes...

'Harry I really want you to fuck me... but if you want what Jane has outlined..

then as I slowly tighten my hand you can bring yourself off. 

This could be one of your last choices...

I want to be fucked long and hard... and you to do it... or you decide that is not for you and you would like me 

to find someone else to fuck... and make you a cuckold... and maybe even my slave... who knows where it 

might end?? Can you imagine me with someone else??'

I was lost. As Pippa was talking her hand was tightening I came and came.. 

I saw myself spurting onto the mirror, dribbling down.. onto the floor..

Pippa looked disgusted. 

'You really have done it now.' She wiped her hand on my chest.

'Clean up that mess.

I'm going to bed with my vibrator. 

Your useless to me. 

See you in the morning.'

With that she was gone and I was left to clear up a very messy mirror... and myself before going off to bed. I wondered what the future would bring...



Pippa and Harry Ch. 10



'I do like you looking after me and bringing me tea in bed, and your definitely going to do so in the future.'

Pippa was half smiling up at me as she sat in bed.

After I had knocked and brought in the tea, and she had asked me to just wait a moment, while she sat up so that she could take it without spilling it.

I stood there like a servant. Waiting while she sipped the tea. I could feel it... more games..

Pippa glanced over.. 'Does it make you feel good being told to bring me tea in bed?'

I thought for a moment. 

'Yes it does.' I was hard again

Pippa was now smirking... 'Good. Then it works for us both.

You'd better be off to sort out those children...' 

We both could hear the noise.. TV on, music on...

Breakfast... as was normal now. 

I could feel Pippa watching me with amused eyes as I rushed around in 'my pinny' (my pinny??). 

She caught my eye once when the children were looking down at their food and mouthed 'Love the Pinny'.... 

And then giggled..

For whatever reason this was turning me on again.. It seemed whatever we did now excited us... at least I knew it did me!! and I was sure Pippa was getting a kick out of it as well.

I was getting the kids out to the car, when Pippa came up and gave me a hug.

I looked in surprise?

'Thought you needed that.. 

Lover... 

although I am not getting much of that at the moment.'

I put my arms round her and bent to give her a warm kiss..

Pippa pulled me in such a way as our mouths and heads missed it each other, and it meant each of our mouths were next to the others ear.. side by side... so close.. Pippa was whispering..

'Do run your hands over my bottom and press in tight down there...'

Something I was more than willing to do... 

I heard and felt the warm breath of Pippa in my ear....

'Do say if you like this.'

'I... I do.

Aha...' as my hands found clips and suspenders...I shook slightly as Pippa continued to whisper...

'I think it would be rather nice to tease Peter...' (I could feel myself tense at his name... Clearly Pippa felt it) she continued... 'You know Peter from work... just in case you were wondering.... Rub up against him...perhaps when we go down in the lift at lunch when it is full and others would not suspect why I am so close to him... I am sure he would feel them just as you are now...' (I could feel myself trying to 'dry hump' Pippa. I was almost losing control.. Was that what she wanted??) 

Oh my, seems that thought excites you... You can give me a kiss now if you like that idea..'

I did. 

We kissed passionately.

One of the children was calling. 'Daddy Daddy time to go.'

Pippa broke away. 'Off you go. You can think about today. '

I went. 

As I glanced back I saw Pippa watching... 'love you....' 

'Love you too.'

It was as if we were constantly on honeymoon. Hot for each other with unbearable excitement.

The rest of the day same old routine, although I stayed well clear of Jane and she did not seem to try and bump into me.... My thoughts also turning many times to Pippa and how our relationship was suddenly developing in the most unexpected, but exciting ways..

The evening found as usual at home and the children in bed, (they loved Daddy having tea with them...), the atmosphere became charged again. I almost expected to see sparks flying around our house...Excitement... I could see Pippa sensed it also...was excited. So was I.

Pippa had suggested that I open yet another bottle, this time of red wine (we were drinking more than we ever had also!!) and that we retire to the small snug we had between the kitchen and the lounge. It had a small wood burning stove and as it was a bit chilly so I got it going. 

We had three two seat sofas surrounding the fire, effectively making a square with one side being where the fire was. A lamp in the corner, and the flickering light from the fire, makes it also a very romantic (and sexy) room in the autumn or winter. 

Fires, even wood burning stoves tend to be bit dirty when you are lightening them, so I got up from where I had been kneeling down to light it, to go and wash up...

'Harry darling..' 

Pippa had kicked off her shoes, and was now lounging back in one of the sofas, looking up at me, 

'Be a sweetie pie and get the mobile from the kitchen while your out there.'

I looked a question.

'You know, so that I can give Jane a call.'

'You don't have her number...'

Even as I said it, I guessed what was coming from the cat like smile that crossed Pippa's face... 

'You do. It's on your back... so why don't you take off all your clothes in the kitchen. Then when you come back you can face the fire and keep warm... while I can then read the message again on your back... and the telephone number.'

We both knew that a simple shower would not have removed the permanent marker pen writing from the day before. It would take time to go...

I washed up and then stripped off. 

In some ways it was good to be out of clothes. 

At least I would not have to worry about shifting position to ease my discomfort of my cock, which was seemingly constantly hard, being constrained in my pants and trousers.

I picked up the phone and walked back to the snug, which was now warming up nicely. 

Pippa had also felt the warmth because she had also shucked her jacket onto one of the other sofas and had undone a button or two at the top of her blouse. A hint... perhaps more of cleavage was there. A very nice sight.

Pippa took the phone which I proffered to her and seeing my eyes looking pointed to the floor.

'Down boy. 

You can sit at my feet and look at the fire while I phone Jane. 

No need for you getting any ideas..'

I felt relaxed in a way. 

The snug was just what it said 'a snug'. Warm and cosy. The carpet was fairly soft I could lean up against the back of the sofa with one side being in contact with my wife's leg closest to me. Stocking covered to be precise. A glass of red wine. A little slice of peaceful heaven.. The flames through the glass in the fire door were almost hypnotic..

'Lean forward darling...'

I felt Pippa's hand gently pushing my back away from the sofa, once she released it I eased back again against the sofa.

Peace, calm.. I could so easily drift off..

'Jane?'

I realized I was almost dozing off... 

Pippa must have dialled and got through. Never heard her dial, she must have read the number on my back... 

I could really only hear half the conversation. 

Pippa's side

'Yes as you can tell he did find courage to fill me on his day and show me his back. Thoughtful of you to ensure he could not lose the number by writing on his back.'

...

'Yes I did find the message rather, shall we say, interesting.' 

...

'Also that'

...

'Really. Well it's something we never knew about ourselves either.' 

...

'Frankly I have not yet made a final decision yet. I've been teasing him and it has been great fun for us both, but I do like to fuck long and hard and with the present situation he finds it too exciting to last the course shall we say.'

...

'Yes and of course I'm then frustrated.'

...

'Like a little boy. First time was with a belt. I was so cross. The second with a long handled wooden spoon.' 

...

'I did enjoy it and that's also a problem. 

I find that I am enjoying humiliating him, making him do things he would not normally do...making him wait...

I am trying to get him to lose weight and have really enjoyed putting him on special programme to give him incentives. 

I cannot get him out of my mind. I am becoming addicted. It's like a drug. I think Harry's become an addict too. He seems to love the treatment I am giving him'

...

'Yes, he's here with me now. We're in the snug and he's sitting at my feet and I am on the sofa.'

...

'That's an idea. Hold on.

Harry...' I looked up. 

'Just shift a little down to your left.'

I did, and as I did so, Pippa lifted her right leg up and over my head. I now found that my head was between her knees and her stocking feet were now in my lap. I looked down... already the feet were playing with erection which was pointing up at me like some thick finger...It felt fantastic with her stocking legs on either side of my head gently rubbing my ears.. running down to my where her feet were playing.. running up and down and sometimes one of the feet would rub over the top of my erection which was already starting to leak precum... I had missed something...

'...Very. I can already feel he's damp at the top.'

...

'Keep your hands down by your side Harry.'

I did as I was told.

...

'I'll give it a try.'

Pippa suddenly closed her knees together trapping my head. 

Her feet also on either side of my penis were pressing together. Pain and pleasure.. 

I could now not really hear what Pippa was now saying as my ears were also trapped and blocked by her thighs.... Pippa suddenly released my head..

'Did you hear that?'

'What? With you pressing your legs together I could not hear anything clearly... plus it was hurting and you were also trapping my cock. I had no time to try and work out what you were trying to say.'

I sounded querulous... even to me..

'Seems like he didn't. Useful.'

(The matter of fact way that Pippa and clearly also Jane were discussing our situation and also me, but in such an impersonal way was for some reason making me even more excited. It was as if I just some object..)

...

'Yes. It will depend a great deal on his 'weight in' on Sunday. His incentive this week is that if he fails to reach his target then we do not fuck.'

...

'No time as such, but till he has lost the weight then we do not fuck.'

...

'Not sure how's he doing this week. Last week I pushed him to use our gym, that sort of thing and he lost over two pounds... This week not sure.'

...

'Good idea.

Harry just nip upstairs and weight yourself please.'

I sighed. It had been so pleasant sitting there with Pippa's stocking legs on either side of me.. Her feet playing with my cock.. Lovely..., but I knew I had to go...

Being naked I needed to move fairly quickly as the rest of the house felt much cooler than the snug... 

Upstairs. Scales. Nooo... I almost said it aloud... 

I had not lost much at all. 

If anything I might have put on some weight, perhaps half a pound maybe a little more. 

I was shocked. 

I slowly went down back to the snug. I knew if Pippa asked, and she would, she would not be impressed

Pippa looked up as I came in

...

'Sorry just to interrupt you. He's back.

How much?'

'Err, actually not much at all.'

'You mean you have lost no more weight?'

I nodded. I could tell Pippa was not pleased.

'Your not going to believe this. No loss so far. It's Thursday evening. Next official weight in is only in two days time.' 

...

'I doubt it. Sorry. Just a moment.

Stop looking sorry for yourself and get back where you belong. At my feet, hands by my side.'

Pippa was continuing to look sternly at me.

'You have only yourself to blame. 

You might get a pound and a half or more off, but I doubt it.'

I got back between her legs facing the fire... 

I was in trouble. No two ways about it. Maybe if I starved myself?

...

'I agree now we know that, it does look as if I will have to think about it seriously.'

...

'Not at this stage.' 

...

'Oh yes. Good point.' 

I could feel Pippa looking down at me.

'Harry. If you fail to lose that weight by Sunday that means we do not fuck again.. till you have lost all the extra pounds and got back to the weight you were at the start of the week, and then less. You know that?'

I was starting be very worried

'Yes' It came out as almost a whisper... what had I let myself in for?

'Sorry, I did not hear that Harry.'

'Yes'

I felt Pippa turn again to our telephone conversation with Jane..

'He knows.'

...

'No. I think, and that's the way I feel right now, I will have to get a good fuck from someone soon. If that's not possible from Harry then he and I should be in agreement that I will make him a cuckold if he fails to get his weight down. A husband should be able to satisfy his wife and if not he should be happy if she is satisfied elsewhere...'

...

'Again, sorry to interrupt, but I must tell you. He's trying to 'fuck' my feet!!'

I could not help it. Just hearing Pippa, not even Jane's side of the conversation, was turning me on so much. I had been gently pushing up and down between Pippa's nylon covered feet. Bliss..

...

'Very damp. Bit messy really.

Hold on. 

Harry do stop trying to rub yourself off.

That's better... 

Now you were saying...'

...

'I'll sort it out with him later on as to who it will be and give you a call. Your kind offer of Rob is appreciated, 

but I feel I need to know him, and you much better if I may say so.'

...

'Now that's something which could be fun.'

...

'It keeps him positively and constantly horny? Always wanting to get hard?'

...

'You mean the more sexually restricted he is the more obedient he becomes?'

...

'No!?'

...

'You mean he will actually come to beg me for favours... Absolutely no choice??

It would BE totally my whim if he was allowed to climax or not?'

...

'Oh that thought... and the idea of someone fucking me long and hard.. Harry not being able to touch himself..

it's making so wet and hot'

I could feel that Pippa's hand was now under her dress. She was clearly 'frigging' herself.

I found that Pippa had forgotten me... I was able to rub against her feet.... I suddenly realised we had both climaxed together...Pippa with a shriek, myself with a long groan as I ejaculated all over Pippa's legs.

Pippa was still gasping... 

'Still here...'

...

'Ok. I just climaxed... and Harry did all over my legs..'

...

'Yes you were right. Your message said it all.'

...

'Not sure if I want to make him a slave... although it is tempting...'

...

'So where do I get such things??'

...

'I need paper and pen. 

Harry go and get me some and get a cloth to at least wipe down my legs. You have really been a naughty little boy. You made a mess, without permission, on my legs. I am going to have to punish you.

Any comment?'

I shook my head. 

'No I agree.' (What else could I say?) 

I got up and went, and as I did so, I realised the game was starting all over again, if in fact it had ever stopped? 

...

'He's back.'

I handed over the paper and pen.

'Thanks Harry.'

...

'Sorry. OOPHS. 

No need to say 'thank you' to you again Harry is there?' Pippa was looking hard at me. I knew.

'No.'

. . .

'Yes sorted for the future.'

...

'Yes. 

Harry off to bed with you now. 

Spare room in the basement. Do get yourself a glass of milk... little boys need their strength.'

(I could hear the fun in Pippa's voice)

'I'll come and give you a goodnight kiss and I'll deal with your punishment tomorrow. 

See you shortly..'

With that I knew I was dismissed.. as I went I just caught a little more..

'So you recommend we go on Saturday.' 

...

'That would be great if you could.'

....

'Should be fun. Do you...'

By which time I was out of earshot. I almost went back to listen but thought. No point. I would find out in the future no doubt... Fear and excitement ... what a heady mix! I was hard again...



Pippa and Harry Ch. 11



I got to bed and lay there thinking back over it all. What was it that made me so excited by the thoughts of Pippa with someone else? What was it that excited me when I was 'told' to do something..

I blinked. Pippa had just quietly come in while I had been 'away with my thoughts' and had switched on the bedside light.

She was standing there naked. I realised I had not seen her naked for some days... thinking back must be nearly a week...

Her voice was husky.. 'Move over and face away from me on your side. I want to be able to 'spoon' you from behind, whisper in your ear and play with that 'little carrot'...'

(LITTLE CARROT? She's called my penis a little carrot??). 

'It will tell both of us how you feel about how things are developing...'

I did as Pippa had asked (instructed?, I was already stirring once more..) Her body wrapped round my back and body. Her left arm went over my hip to find my penis.. Her right hand was gently stroking my hair and face and her lips were kissing my ear... 

'You like that.'

It was a statement rather than a question, but I chose to answer.. 'Yes.' 

'Good. Just thought I would give you a cuddle and talk some more..'

I could feel her nipples and breasts pressing into my back... heaven. Pippa was clearly also stimulated as her nipples were rock hard. 'Just relax while Mummy chats and we see where it leads us... You know I love you?'

'Of course and I love you and want the very best for you. Whatever you want...'

'That is sweet, but you know what I need, and presently your not able to do it for me, are you?

I knew what Pippa was talking about...'I sure I can if we give it another go'

'But that's the problem. It is only try. At some point you seem to think of me with someone else and then... then it's all over...' 

'I can't help it.' 'So it seems. You also seem to like me controlling you. You found it exciting when I took the lead, and even when I punished you, hurting you a lot with my belt.'

My penis was rock hard as we quietly talked. We both knew it. Pippa's hand was gently curled round it. Sensing how I reacted to each statement... Pippa was silent for a moment or two. Waiting for something. I did not know what but... I decided to break in..

'You did as well.'

Pippa sighed.. 'Yes I did, and, I am still finding this difficult to believe, it's making me damp now. I especially like the idea of getting you to do humiliating things...doing them to you...' 

I could feel myself and my penis involuntary jerk as Pippa spoke..

'Your loving it as well. Your getting wet again.. Your little carrot is leaking at the top again...'

Pippa was running her hand up and down my cock. Over and round my balls. Sometimes squeezing a little. Gently twiddling with my pubic hair...

'So your ready darling?'

'For what?'

'For the journey we are going to take?'

'What journey?'

'The one where you will be come my cuckold and... Oh gosh! you do like that idea.. your jerking... Calm down.. Just relax for a moment..'

We both lay still. Pippa was now kissing the back of my neck with soft kisses. 'Relax.' Difficult, but I did my best. Pippa breath was in my ear. 'You have to say it...we can say it together.... You know what came after 'and'?' I hesitated. Pippa's hold round my penis tightened. 'You know. Say it.'

'Slave.'

'Right so we say the last part together. BUT... I want us to put something more after that word...' Pippa paused... I knew the line..

'What?'

'who is loved by his wife'

I suddenly realised I had been tensing up... fearful of what it would mean... Now I was relaxing... 'loved'... such an important word... I felt better. I had to say it... 'Thank you, I did not realise just how much I needed you to say that till now... Thank you'

Pippa's voice also seemed more relaxed. Clearly she had been thinking about it... 'Ready?'

'Yes' 

I took a deep breath, as Pippa whispered... 'The journey of Harry to being his wife's.. cuckold and slave who is loved by his wife.' We finished together...

I found I was panting as if I had run a long race, my heart was pounding. What more was I letting myself in for? WHY? For whatever reason I was excited almost beyond belief.. But also calm as I realised that with Pippa putting those additional words it it was something we could enjoy... together... I realised that Pippa was continuing to talk.. To give me instructions...

'You do realize that being loved is one thing, but you are still going to be my slave... Tomorrow morning I want you to get up early and come into our, sorry MY bathroom and use my hair removal cream for all this area... (I felt Pippa's hands all over my cock and balls and pubic hair). I want it all gone. As a little boy you have to look like one... Who knows it might make your little carrot look larger...'

I was so close..

'Are you close?' Pippa must have felt it in my penis.

'Yes'

'Stop. Think about the garden. Are you going to grow beans next year?'

'Beans?'

'You know 'runner beans' on sticks, or french beans, or both?'

'I think so.'

'See? you going soft already.' 

It was true. Just changing the subject had been enough. So frustrating.. I felt Pippa hold me tighter. 'Ready to start again..'

'Sure.'

'I want you to understand something.. This (and Pippa was now squeezing my cock hard..) belongs to me. You agree?'

'Yes..' 'I will have total control over it. How often you climax. When. Where. Yes?'

'Yes.'

'I know you masturbate.' 

I went to interrupt her, but Pippa used her hand which was stroking my head to put a finger across his lips. 'Silence. Just Listen. You should be saving yourself for me. Do you agree?'

'Yes.'

'If I told you to stop masturbating could you do it??'

'I can try.'

'True, but I doubt you could manage it without my help. Think about it. What would you do if I went out with Peter for the evening and told you about it? Imagine I told he had kissed me...'

I was desperately trying to move myself back and forth in Pippa's hand but here grip was tight, hard, hurting on my penis... but this made me even more excited.

'See??' 

Pippa could clearly feel me straining to get some friction on her hand..

'If I came back and was too tired. Needed to sleep... Could you stop yourself?'

I knew the answer and realised so did Pippa..

'No.'

'So you do need Mummy's help.'

I found I was like a child being lead to give certain answers... 'Yes.'

Pippa was gently tickling my balls... 'Lucky for you Jane has given me some ideas... Do you know that they make chastity devices for men?'

A shock went through me. Pippa was still holding my penis. I could feel her hand encircling it, but with much less ferocious grip... 'Would you like it this little carrot was under lock and key? Of course I would hold the key... So you like the idea then?' (my penis at her words had gone rock hard again).

'NO!!.' 

'Well you may say that but the rest of you does not seem to mind... in fact seems quite excited...'

Pippa giggled, 'Actually it excites me too.....'

I could feel Pippa rubbing up against my bottom. Her pussy was damp... She pulled me tight. A tongue darted into my ear. Out again.. A sultry whisper.. 'You did not ask what a chastity device is. I think you know. Does that stir you to think of your penis and balls under my control?' 

I shuddered.. jerked.. one of my dark thoughts which stirred me more than I really cared to think about.. was what it would be like if Pippa was controlling me that way...

'Imagine how it would be if you could not enter me. Imagine the frustration. I would need something.... Could you think what you could do?'.

I was nearly there... Suddenly Pippa stopped playing with my cock.. 'You can turn round now.. and no playing with yourself.'

As I did so Pippa moved a little away and gently pressed my shoulders to move me down the bed. I knew where I was headed...where she wanted me..

A short time later I found himself between Pippa's warm thighs licking her slit first gently and then faster as Pippa's organism built up. Clearly Pippa had become as excited as I during the course of our sultry bedtime chat. 

Pippa's climax was explosive, but she held me there between her legs for sometime before releasing him... My face and tongue ached. I moved to try and enter Pippa, but she gently pushed me away.

'I really don't want you just to enter me and fire off. It will just make me mad if you did that, I would start to enjoy it and then you would let fly and it would be all over and I will be frustrated again.'

'I really would try.' I knew it sounded desperate... 

'I know, but knowing your recent track record.. you would think of me with someone else.. with me.. and that would be it'

I sighed and moved up the bed to cuddle Pippa. I was still quite hard and frustrated with my penis sandwiched between us both.. Pippa started to gently play with one of my nipples. I looked at her face, she looked up a me so 'innocent; and then, almost idly observing..

'I wonder what it would be like for you if we do put you in a chastity device and you see me flirting with other men... I wonder how you would feel, if it would turn you on?? make you try and get hard...' 

At these words I exploded all over her leg. 

Pippa's voice had a cutting side to it now. 'Just as I told you. If you had entered me...

Right I'm off to bed now. You stay here again in the basement spare room. See you in the morning..'



Pippa and Harry Ch. 12



I was starting to get used to making the tea and taking it into Pippa in the mornings now.. with my pinny on.. and actually was finding it quite satisfying to be there looking after Pippa. 

As we kissed before I took the children to school Pippa quietly commented... 'You know your going to be punished today??' 

'Yes'

'What do you think you deserve?'

'A few wallops?'

'Maybe, but punishment can take many forms. I think it would be good for you to write out 500 times the following'

Pippa handed over a slip of paper...

Which read... 'I must learn that Pippa comes first and that my pleasure is doing what she wants.'

I looked up in amazement. 'Your kidding??'

'Nope. Thought it would be fun to surprise you... You can start anytime you like and I want them by the time I go to bed... and they had better be neat. No scribbling and in your fountain pen... If they are not done to my satisfaction then the punishment will have to increased.'

I was dumbfounded. 

After I had dropped off the kids and went into my school I could not but think about those lines... 500. I would have to start as soon as I could. Even if I managed two lines a minute that would be 250 minutes and that still meant over 4 hours of writing... I would need to find some time at school.

As the day wore on I snatched some time to write a few lines. It was difficult as I was sorting out all the things that needed to be sorted out on leaving any job as well as handing over work to colleagues. Not very difficult, but time consuming. Eventually I could see I had an hour without interruptions which should mean I could get quite a few lines done in my office without others being around to ask difficult questions.... I set to it... No such luck as it turned out, as about 20 minutes after I started, there was a quick knock on the door and Jane popped her head round... 'Thought I might find you here...'

'Yes.'

'Writing your reports?' As Jane advanced into the room I tried to cover up what I was doing

'Something secret there??'

I just looked up at her. She did look quite elegant in a black trouser suit, with ankle boots, which suited her slim frame to perfection. As I looked I saw her bright eyes latch onto something by my desk and like a descending hawk she pounced... It was a sheet of paper I had covered in lines and somehow dropped off the table. I was mortified and felt myself flush.

'Oh I say... A naughty boy writing out some lines...' 

There was laughter in her voice. Also derision. I felt the stirrings of humiliation, but excitement. It felt terrible but...

Jane then mockingly read out the line.. 'I must learn that Pippa comes first and that my pleasure is doing what she wants.' I wonder if that 'comes' applies in more than one way?

I was definitely blushing now... Jane was smiling at my embarrassment. 'It was so good to chat to Pippa last night and after I had finished I had a chat with my husband Rob. We are both so hoping that we are all going to meet up one day... Still must fly. Class to teach. Give my love to Pippa...'

Jane turned to leave and I suddenly realised that she still had a sheet of my lines in her hand. That must be at least 20 minutes work... 'Jane!'

'What?' 

'You've still got my lines...'

Jane looked down; giggled.. 'So I have...' A malicious smile spread over her face... 'How much is it worth?'

'What?'

'For me to give you this paper?'

I gaped at her. 'Jane!! Your not serious?'

'I am. What's it worth to you?'

'£20??'

'Really as much as that... Have you got £20 cash on you??'

I checked, just £10, I had not expected to need any money today. 'No.'

'Which case you owe me.. I will take it in kind.. Keep the £20 but you can get down on your knees in front of me and kiss my boots. Lots of gentle kisses to show me how you respect them and me, and then when I say you can stop you can also add to each of the lines... 'and for her friends'..'

I shrugged. No choice really. Down I went to kiss her boots.... Why did I do it? Well partly it was do with how 'hard' I was becoming due to this treatment. I was finding it for some reason very stimulating... the fear of being discovered on my knees kissing Jane's boots, Knowing also the deviant way it would look to others if I should be seen... 

Once Jane had gone I got back to getting those lines down. I wondered if I could just ignore Jane, but then I just knew she would be checking up... As it was only four words I was able to squeeze them onto the lines already done and get a good few more done by the time I finished off the working day and got home.

Pippa was home early which surprised me as normally on a Friday she went for a quick drink after work with colleagues. I was very glad when she came down after changing into jeans and a sweater top to help. I was very keen to get everything done and the kids in bed so that I could get those lines finished. I definitely did not want more to do, or worse still, a further walloping with the belt. I was still somewhat tender although it was getting easier each day...although something tugged at me inside that it would be rather exciting to see what 'further punishment' Pippa had in mind... (did I want to fail?)

'What are you thinking about?'

I had been standing at the sink staring out the window. Plate in the bowl of washing up water. Hands still. Just thinking.. 'Err... well about what would happen if I should fail to get the lines done before you go to bed. What further punishment you might have in mind..'

I felt Pippa lean in against me from behind pushing me against the sink. Her arms came round and encircled me, while one hand worked it's way between the buttons of my shirt to tease a nipple the other went round to the front of my trousers. A whispered instruction.. 'Push your bottom back darling.'

I did as I was told. It was delightful to feel as if Pippa was draped over me. Her breasts pressing into my back. My bottom into her groin. I groaned in pleasure. Soft... but the nipple was being tweaked and flicked. Pain. Pleasure. Heaven. Pippa was whispering again in my ear.. 'Perhaps you want to fail?'

'No.'

'Well in which case off to the dining room. You can sit at the table there and see if you can them done in time... You might need to hurry... I fancy an early night... I'll finish up here and get the children into bed..'

Was I disappointed? I was in two minds but I really needed no second urging. Those lines were a real pain. I could hear it in my voice as I said: 'Fine.'

Pippa moved away to release me from the position by the sink and was holding out a towel for me to dry my hands on, when, just as I was about to take it from her it seemed to slip from her fingers... Blast. As I bent over to pick it up Pippa stepped to one side and put her hand on my back. 'Now you stay just like that for a moment and I will give you a quick taste of what further punishment might mean...'

I held the position thinking I can imagine what comes next... especially when I saw a long handled wooden spoon being picked up.. (why did I do it? all I knew was a physically excited again....). I closed my eyes tight. Smack. 'Ow!'

'Hurt?'

'Yes.'

'Well there you then... Something to look forward to you if you fail to get the lines done...'

I was through the door into the dining room. The bulge in my trousers was clearly evident. I could see the smirk in Pippa's eyes as she looked. It hurt so much in so many different ways... but I was loving this treatment. What Pippa was doing was certainly 'perking me up'... I almost giggled myself at the thought.

I got on with the lines. Sore bottom.. again. No way could I get settled, but it had certainly stimulated me to get writing... 

'Darling?'

I looked up. Pippa's head was looking round the door. 'I thought you might like the children to come in and say good night?'

'Thanks. Good idea. I could do with a short break.' My fingers and hand and arm were aching.

The children came in, ready for bed, looking very subdued. Almost concerned. Pippa was leaning against the door... I could not but notice. Even in relaxed jeans and a sweater she looked good. The sweater was high necked and she had a loop of pearls round her neck which showed them off against the black of the sweater... which seemed to accentuate her curves. There was something about that relaxed posture, that teasing smile and eyes... I felt sure there was something coming... something deliciously humiliating... something thrilling..

'Daddy we are sorry.' They both said it together. The twins could do things like that. Quite disconcerting at times.

'What for?'

'Well Mummy said you had been a naughty boy and that naughty boys have to be punished.'

They were both looking a me with such innocent enquiring expressions.

'Well err... yes in a way.'

'Mummy said that you forgotten something and that she had set you to write it out many times.' (This was from Heather)

'Mummy said you would tell us why you were a naughty boy and read us the line.' (This was from Hazel)

I felt myself going red. I was not sure what to say... I looked up at Pippa who was now smiling.. 'Go on Harry... tell the girls...'

It had to be put in someway which would make sense. This was humiliating.... But it was also giving me a buzz.. I thought quickly.. 'Girls, Daddy just forgot that for me Mummy always comes first. I love Mummy lots and lots and it really gives me pleasure looking after her ... and you girls of course.'

They were both looking intently at me. Beyond the girls I could see out of the corners of my eyes that one of Pippa's hands seemed to have disappeared into her jeans...

'As I forgot this Mummy said I needed to punished. I agreed and Mummy told me to write out 'I must learn that Mummy comes first and that my pleasure is doing what she wants.' If I get these lines done before bedtime then Mummy will be very happy.'

'What if you don't?' (Hazel) 'Then Mummy will be cross with you again?' (Heather)

'Possibly.'

At this point much to my relief Pippa stepped into the discussion... 'Definitely, but I am sure that will not be the case. Both of you give Daddy a kiss now and I am sure he will give you a hug. You both need to get to bed as we're dropping you off at your friends house tomorrow as Daddy and I are out all morning.' 

I thought.. that's the first I knew about being out all morning tomorrow...

We all did as Pippa instructed and Pippa came over and leant down and also gave me a quick kiss. 'See you later...' and softly... 'come to my bed... naked..'

I was running out of time. The kids were in bed and asleep. Pippa. I could hear, was in the kitchen making tea.. setting up the breakfast table. Normal domestic matters. I was here in the dining room still writing lines... A cheerful sounding voice called out. 'Almost bedtime... I'm taking a wooden spoon with me... looks like I will need it if you haven't finished those lines soon..'

I was nearly physically sweating. My hand had cramps. I struggled on. Nearly there. I was almost crying. 'Please Pippa I am nearly there. Please give me 5 minutes..

'No.'

'Please Pippa I am begging you.'

'Begging? Sounds like fun... I'll give you 15 more minutes from the time I pass the dining room door... but you must come into the bedroom on all fours, crawling with the lines in your mouth... like a dog (I could hear the amusement in Pippa's voice..) Just can't say fairer than that can I?'

'No. No. That's fine'. I was nearly there.. Might be sufficient time. 

There was. Just.

I grabbed the lines and ran for my bedroom (my?). Just threw my clothes down as I stripped off . I realised I would have to roll up the papers and hold them crosswise across my mouth... just like a dog with a newspaper...and crawled down the corridor and pushed the door to Pippa's (our??) bedroom open with my face and went in..

Pippa was sitting on the end of the bed. Reading the newspaper and drinking tea. I could see the tray on the table by the window had another cup on it. I was so thirsty... Pippa looked up as I pushed in through the door 'You really should knock, but then as dog it's rather difficult with a bone in your mouth..'

Pippa was chuckling now and grinning down at me. I was about to spit out the paper when Pippa continued... 'No dropping the paper (could she read my mind??). I am soooo looking forward to seeing you beg... Go on then...'

I crawled over. Beg? If I could not speak? Like a dog? I was feeling totally humiliated but knew the next development would be worse...

No option really. I sat back on my haunches.. and put both my arms up slightly bent in the parody of a dog begging.. waved them up and down a little. Pippa's face was a picture. It was totally alive. Her eyes were bright and her face flushed. She was enjoying this.

'Do not move from that position. Stay still. Beg.' I waved my 'paws' again in the air. I felt so humiliated.... but my penis was sticking out.... hard as a rock...

Dear me. Must catch this.' Before I could move Pippa had picked up her mobile phone which was lying on the bed. Click. Picture taken.

'Oh don't be so shocked. I thought it would be fun to have one of you like that.'

My arms were starting to get tired. Waving in the air...

Now Pippa was really laughing. 'You really do look like a dog begging... By the way when you drop that roll of paper you can explain to me while your so excited... but make sure your back on all fours...'

I dropped the roll and went back on all fours. I turned my head to look up at Pippa who was looking down inquisitively at me. 'So?'

I felt that knot in my stomach again. I just knew I was flushing again. My penis was sticking out... I licked my lips. Dry. I could not speak.

Pippa seemed to sense this.. 'Are you excited?'

Yes.

'Why?'

'I really don't know. All I know is that you treating me this way is fantastically stimulating.. exciting.. almost as much as when I think of you with someone other man..'

'So you really find that exciting do you?'

'Yes.'

'Ok. So we are going to play a game.... But it is important. I really want to know if you truly truly want this.. Roll over on your back. Hands my your side. Look up. Stay still. Stay silent.'

I did and saw Pippa reach down and pick up the 'lines' she just glanced at them and roughly counted the words and pages... 'Seems about right and as my loving husband I am sure you would not lie to me...but there is something you must explain the additional words you seem to have added: 'and for her friends'..' Pippa was looking down at me with one eyebrow raised. I had been told to be silent...I hoped to get away with it... Pippa clearly realised that... 'You can reply.'

So I had to explain about Jane's demand, and of course Pippa questioned me about how it had come about.. Humiliating...

Pippa glanced occasionally at my penis which was remaining obstinately hard... Bobbing up and down.. 'Seems you even enjoy talking about it..'

I could feel my face glowing..

'Must get Jane, maybe both Jane and Rob round sometime...' Pippa was enjoying teasing me. I could hear it in her voice. 'Now... How do you feel looking up at me?'

I just knew it was exciting. Pippa was now standing up and she seemed so far away...

'I feel like a Lilliputian out of Guilliver's Travels.. small, insignificant, looking up at this untouchable goddess.'

A small, tight smile briefly passed over Pippa's face. 'Good. I think your beginning to know your place. I just want to try something..'

Pippa was using her left foot to push off the loafer on her right. Her right foot was bare. I saw her put out her left hand to steady herself by holding onto one of the uprights of our four poster bed and then saw, then felt it as right foot came down to gently rest on my throat. A cooing voice.. 'Do put your head flat on the floor darling.. so that my foot is square on your throat. Does that make you feel vulnerable?' I could feel Pippa's foot pressing a little.. Her sole on my throat felt warm.. Her foot was moving a little forward and back, side to side. I looked up past her leg in it's tight jeans, the black sweater, the string of pearls, luminous white, to her intent face peering down at me. Her blond hair framing her face. Just like a scientist studying an laboratory animal specimen.. 'Yes. It scares me a little.'

'Why?'

'Well if you pressed down on my throat and onto my adam's apple it will hurt and I suppose you could even kill me... Even though you love me I think it's something primeval. It seems to scare me a bit.'

I felt the pressure of Pippa's foot on my throat... I could see her eyes were bright. 

'Please...' my eyes were pleading.. The pressure eased a moment...

'So your really at my mercy?

'Yes.'

'Good. Glad you find this exciting.' 

I just knew my traitorous cock had not gone down. If anything it was even firmer... (how was that possible?)

'In a moment I want you to play with you little carrot. When I tell you to. You will have two minutes to bring yourself off. I will put some pressure on your throat. You cannot stop me. I want you to realise you are under my feet... at my mercy... Do you love and trust me?'

'Yes'

'You will have to... And... I want you to think of me with someone else..'

I could already feel myself almost tipping over...into a deep deep chasm... 

Pippa was continuing... 'If you cannot climax in two minutes... then... (Pippa shrugged) we must be going down the wrong path... but if you come within two minutes we will know you want it.'

Pippa looked at her watch.. 'No talking. Just do it.. NOW.'

I grabbed my cock.. I could feel her foot on my neck, slowly pressing down, moving a little. I literally was 'under her heel' I looked up... all the way up her trim body to her face, her eyes showing their concentration as they watched my face then flicked to see my hand moving on my cock.. A soft voice reached me 'Imagine me with someone else...'

I came... exploding with force sufficient to land sperm on my chest, some on Pippa's foot, on my throat. As I finished I wanted to get up but Pippa's foot was still pressing down on my throat.. 'Stay. Lie there. Look up at me. Think. Is this where you belong? Did you know that was just under a minute?'

I moved my head a little side to side under that foot.' No'.

'There you are then. Spurted in less than a minute under my foot thinking of me with someone else.. Pathetic.'

NOOOO... I could feel myself twitching again... 

Pippa's voice was now sugar sweet... 'Darling... now you have had your fun I think it is time for mine. You can close your eyes and stay there. No need to talk. Just relax and listen...'

I did as I was told. There is no doubt when you remove one of your senses such as 'sight' others seem to be heightened... The foot was removed and I could hear Pippa moving away round the bed. Sounds of her taking off her other loafer, a belt and zip being undone. Jeans being taken off. A pillow being slide off the bed. I could sense that Pippa had walked round the bed again and was standing close to me. I felt a hand lifting up my head and the pillow slipped under it. I felt Pippa straddle my body and then sit down on my chest. Facing me. I could feel the dampness between her legs. She leant down and nipped one of my ears with her teeth... 'Darling do use your tongue well tonight...'

Then she we shifting her weight forward with her legs of either side of me pinning down my arms. Her pussy was now against my face...I could feel the fur... her voice was thick with excitement and emotion.. 'EAT...' I did..

I licked and probed with my tongue. Pippa was already drenched with juices. Clearly what we had been doing before had been exciting for her as well as for me. My cock was starting to harden again.. It was getting me going again doing this for Pippa. Her thighs were on either side of me.. holding me in a dark, wet, musky perfumed heaven. It was hot and sticky, slippery. My tongue made circles, crosses, triangles, licking up and down the outside of her labia. I knew that Pippa's juices were dripping into my nose, all over my eyes, my face was a platform upon which Pippa was dancing. I probed inside her... sweet heaven... Teased her clitoris, flicking with my tongue, sucking. Pippa was now riding my face like a horse, bucking up and down, forcing my nose into her. Pippa was rough I knew my face, tongue and nose would ache after this...I would be bruised.. I gasped for air and sometimes Pippa raised herself to allow me to take a breath. It seemed to go for ever. My tongue was tiring. My nose was used as if it was a small dildo. My nostrils were full of juices. I swallowed what I could. Choking. The taste... sweet, but with a sharpness. I savoured it. Suddenly I realised she was in the middle of a huge orgasm. Her body went still for a moment as it hit her. The centre of the storm, calm for a fraction, then she came. It was the most powerful I have ever known her to have. It seemed to come in waves, she cried out, moaned, and collapsed.. I reached out and tentatively licked again. Her thighs tightened on me... Her voice .... it was muffled but I could still hear it.. 'Be still.. Drink.' Pippa moved so that her vulva was over my mouth. My lips closed round. I sucked and drank.




Pippa and Harry Ch. 12



Eventually Pippa got up and I tried to open my eyes.. they were sticky and I went to wipe them. 'No. Leave them. You can crawl back to your bed with your eyes shut... Sleep... You can clean up in the morning..'

I did as I was told. It was strange finding my way down to the basement with my eyes shut. I had this enormous feeling of complete submission. I could have just opened them but something in me wanted... needed to obey Pippa.

My cock was hard again. I lay in bed thinking about what we had done. How I felt. Humiliated, but excited at the same time. I knew now I definitely liked it. Wanted more of it? I realised I did. 

Where would it lead? I had no idea but I knew I loved and trusted Pippa. So far it had been ok... I had to bring myself off again.. and did.



Pippa and Harry Ch. 13



When I woke up my eyes were glued shut. All Pippa's juices had dried and made a crust. I managed to get to the bathroom and with some warm water cleaned my eyes, then showered. As I dressed I realised that I could still smell Pippa's musky scent. There was no way I could clean it out of my nose... All those juices which had gone down my nostrils had dried out within my nasal passages...even showering could not remove them... it would take time.. It was as if Pippa had marked me as her own.. just as vixen would. I found the thoughts stimulating... (why?)

I took tea into Pippa, who rolled over, and half opened sleepy eyes at me.

'Darling I have arranged for us to drop the kids off at their friends house after breakfast. Then we have an appointment to keep.'

'Appointment?'

'Yes. Jane recommended the place and has made the arrangements. I have the address.

Run along now and get everything sorted. I'll be down soon.'

I did as Pippa had asked. When we were getting the kids into the car Pippa asked for the keys.

'I think I'll drive'.

As I sat in the passenger seat I wondered a little about that development. Normally I would drive when we were in the car as a family. I looked over at Pippa and she glanced over at me.

'Wondering why?'

'Actually yes.'

'I just thought if I was in charge I should drive when we are a family from now on. I enjoy driving anyway and don't have much time when I am at work in the week. I also looked up where we need to go.'

I pondered on that, but said nothing more.

Kids were dropped off for the morning and then we were off to whatever this appointment was for.

I thought better not to ask. We drove into London. 

It was Pippa who broke the silence..

'You know this is definitely changing our lives?'

'Yes'

'Do you want it to?'

I hesitated. 'In one way yes, in another no.'

I saw Pippa's head nod a little as she concentrated on the road.

'But do you find it exciting?'

'Sure do.' I could feel a certain part of me wanting to be allowed it's freedom to stretch out. I shifted in my seat.

Pippa's voice was almost too low to catch... but it was there.. 'So do I.' 

We were quiet for a while. Then it was my turn to take it on...

'Do you love me?'

'Yes and I am sure you love me right?'

'Yes'

'But can you trust me like last night?

I knew this was a big test

'Yes I believe I can'

'No good believing. You have to have total trust in me for this to work. Do you?'

My heart was pumping. 'Yes.'

'Good. Then I think we can go forward. You agree?'

'Yes.' I tingled with anticipation... something about this new direction stimulated me so much..

A short time later we pulled up in what seemed to be a normal street of standard City Town houses. Once we had parked Pippa strode up some steps to a door in one of the larger houses. I admired her figure. Pippa was dressed today in almost cowboy style with tight blue jeans which showed off both her legs and bottom, brown boots with some tapering heel and check shirt with a brown leather jacket. With her hair up I thought she was stunning. 

'No dawdling Harry', Pippa was calling.

Pippa pressed the bell and when the door was answered it was a by a slim woman, in her mid 50's. I guessed. She introduced herself as Claire and showed us into a small office and sat behind her desk indicating a seat for Pippa. I looked round, but realised there was no other chair and I was about to stand by the door when Claire spoke:

'Why not come and sit by your Owners feet? I am sure it will be more comfortable for you.'

'Owner????'

Pippa quickly followed up 

'Yes Harry what a nice idea, you can sit there and listen while I talk with Claire.'

I knew I was blushing red, but felt there was no choice.

As I listened I started to feel some real concern. 

Claire was talking about male chastity devices, some of which if used with pills could reduce the size of a penis and then be locked on for ever. I found I was shaking. Pippa as if sensing this... reassured me by saying that at this stage (these words never registered with me, my mind was just so mixed up..) I am just looking for a chastity device to control his penis.

Claire smiled and continued to chat, explaining they had different ones for different purposes, general use, punishment where there were spikes inside so any attempted erection was very painful, gradual reduction of size ones which over a course of 6 to 12 to 18 months would reduce most penis sizes to about 2 or 2-1/2 inches depending on how often the penis was allowed out of the device, and if, as the penis size went down, smaller devices were then subsequently used. 

Again I wanted to interrupt, but as I was clearing my throat which was very dry, Pippa put her hand down and ruffled my hair and tickled my ear as if I was a dog at her feet. At least that was how it felt to me and for some strange reason I was hard again. It was also very soothing. Almost mesmerising....

I missed something, but then picked up that Claire was explaining that there were further options. 

Some Owners (there was that word AGAIN..) took moulds of their pet's (PET's???) penis in it's original state so that they could have a life size dildo made to show the pet at the end of the course what size they had originally been. As once reduced it was almost impossible for the penis to return to normal size, even if completely released and exercised regularly. Maybe a half inch at most could be gained.

Now I was really worried, if that was me they were talking about which I was sure it was this did not sound good.

I started to uncross my legs, as where I had been sitting cross legged leaning up against Pippa's chair they were really aching, to get to my feet to protest when suddenly the hand that had gently been tickling my hair and ear moved firmly so that it caught my right ear lope between it's thumb and forefinger. Pippa had fairly short nails but not that short and when those fingers closed with considerable pressure I let out a considerable 'yelp.' It hurt.

'Harry you were told to sit by my chair and listen, now be a good doggy and stay.' 

I could not believe what Pippa had just said, but it excited me no end and as I settled down again so the hand released my ear and started massaging my neck. It felt good. Relaxing.

Again I missed something.

It was something about a collar and that Pippa had said that was not needed at this time, but she would like a brochure sent to her office address in London. 

Then there was a discussion about milking which made no sense to me. I was lost in the most wonderful neck/head massage that Pippa was giving me. Although when Pippa was asking some further questions I managed to concentrate to hear the discussion.

'So we could get a mould made now for future use and posterity?'

'Yes we would recommend it'

'A series of reducing chastity devices is a better buy than individual ones?'

'Yes better value, and tends to allow a constant reduction rather than stopping and starting, if that's what you want. Milking has the advantage that you can choose the time when his production is at its peak. Milk him. Use his 'milk' as you will and then repeat the process always keeping him in his chastity device.'

'Will he get much enjoyment from it?'

'Not a lot. Certainly not in the way he would be used to. Although some men come to enjoy their prostrate being exercised.' At this Claire sniggered which made Pippa also giggle.

'So that's it?'

'You have made your decisions?'

'Yes.'

'Ok would you tick the boxes against what you require and then sign here and then get the dog to put a paw on as well. I will witness it.'

(Dog? Paw? but I was so hard.)

Clare rose to leave 'While you do that I will go and get prepared.' 

I felt Pippa remove her hand from my neck watched as she reached for a pen. I saw her smiling down at me.

'Are you turned on?'

'Yes. I do not know why. I should be so upset about this. You also hurt my ear.'

Pippa's eyes were sparkling. 

'You have no idea how hot it made me to chat to Claire about chastity devices, with you sitting at my feet and then playing with you. Crimping your ear made me want to drag you into a spare room and rape you when you yelped and obeyed me. It was heaven.'

I found myself getting excited at the thoughts of Pippa enjoying it... but... I thought it was time to stop and asked...

'Can I get up now?'

'What?'

'Can I get up now?'

'Your asking?? Oh wow.'

'What?'

'Your asking?'

'So?'

'This is incredible. What a power rush.' 

Suddenly I clicked. I had asked Pippa as if she really was my Owner. I started to get up and had just got to my knees when Pippa realised what I was doing. Dropping the pen she put her hand down on the back of my head and pushed down hard. I was in such an awkward position, and my legs were dead from sitting cross legged for such time, that I had no choice but let my head be pushed down. My head ended up next to Pippa's right boot and I heard her say. 

'You stay right there in that position. But I want you to only do it if you really want to. 

Think for a moment. Are you excited?, I'll let you into a little secret...it excites me by the way.

If you want me to keep controlling you then all you have to do is to start kissing the boot nearest to you. Big kisses 

Harry. Otherwise say 'no' and I will let you up.'

I thought. I'm lost. This is turning me on so much. Why? why? 

I tried to turn my head but Pippa had got a firm grip and held it down next to her boot.

'Decide'

I thought this must be a game. It's so excting. Ok go with the flow.

I kissed Pippa's boots.

'Big kisses and more of them Harry.'

With that Pippa released my head and I heard her pick up the pen and start ticking boxes. Shortly after that Claire came back into the room and her conversation resumed with Pippa

'I see you have him well trained already.'

'Not really, this last week or so has been amazing. We are both find out things we never knew about each other.'

'Well your definitely starting on a journey.'

'Yesss' (I thought Pippa's voice sounded very thoughtful), 'I wonder where we will end up?'

Claire laughed lightly. 

'Where you want, on top, and where you want your pet, on the bottom, your love will change, but I suspect you will find it a most exciting and satisfying journey.

Anyway now you are done shall we get your pet's signature and I will witness it and we will get organized. I have plenty of stock ..'

I was allowed up to sign the papers. Some I just signed at the bottom. Others I noticed which were clearly questions and boxes which had been ticked, had been covered over. I did note that the headings were: 

Yes / No / Required now / Maybe / Later fitting / Permanent / Brochure required 

and that I had to sign all the pages which seemed to be quite a number. As I signed the last page, the paper covering the line at the bottom had moved, and it showed a yes/no box. I managed to jerk a little as I signed this last page and sneak a look at the last question.

Do you intend at some point to sell your ownership? The 'No' box was ticked.

I felt somewhat relieved, but wondered what the other pages contained. Perhaps if I had known I would have refused to sign, but in some ways I just did not want to know. I really did need to trust Pippa. To trust her love for me as a person and as a human. I felt I was making a 'leap' into the unknown... but at some level it excited me to be signing these papers...

Claire had changed into a nurses uniform and after signing took us into what was to all effects and purposes an operating theatre. Claire saw us looking and commented

'We use this room when we need to undertake some minor surgery, but it also doubles up as a measuring room for cases such as yours.'

I had wandered over to look at some small brown balls in jars. I had a feeling I did not want to know what was in them....

Pippa's voice. Very business like pulled me away...

'Harry. Don't stand there all day, get your clothes off.' 

Both Pippa and Claire did not turn away. I found it embarrassing to strip for them as I knew what would be seen.. my body was betraying me again. My penis was like an iron bar. Pippa came over to me and grabbed it and looking into my eyes for what seemed like a lifetime but was probably only half a minute....before saying

'This is mine.'

I looked down 'Yes'

Pippa's hand then shifted to grip my balls. Quite firmly. I knew any more pressure would hurt.

'Look at me.'

I did.

'And these are mine also?'

'Yes.' My voice seemed to come from miles away. I had said it.

Pippa was looking at me with a stern expression on her face. 

'And no more talking. Your not to say another word till I say you can. Ok?'

I nearly spoke.... I nodded to show it was ok.

I caught a glimpse of Claire smirking slightly to one side of Pippa.

My face felt as if it was a set of traffic lights... red again..

Claire got me to lie back on the table and took various measurements. Even though Claire wore rubber gloves and I was naked lying on my back in front of my wife and Clarie (a nurse?) For some reason the whole thing was causing me to remain hard.

I then found my penis had been wrapped in what I thought was cellophane, after which something which looked like damp 'clay' was put round it. This hardened quite quickly before being split apart in half length ways down my erection with, I was glad to see, a blunt knife.

I felt my wife's hand on my shoulder.. 

'Just relax dear. We're making sure we know what you were like for the future comparison ..'

(Future???)

'Don't you now need him to be flaccid now?' Pippa was now talking to Claire

Who just smiled and handed Pippa a small bowl of ice and a flannel which had been wrapped round a bag of frozen peas.

'I imagine you know what to do with this...'

On my back I could see Pippa grinning back at Clarie..

'Sure... and there soon be a couple more frozen peas round here...'

Needless to say I was not impressed... It was wrapped round my penis and balls. The cold was bearable, but it was doing it's job. Once I was flaccid the measurements were taken. While this was going on I just wished I was anywhere but on that table...

Claire chatting to Pippa as she took the measurements..

'I think I can see why your going to lock this away. Not a great width or length when it's stimulated and now looks like it's a small bent twig.'

'True. Worse every time he thinks of me with another man he just let's fly.'

Even though the cold had shrunk my penis I felt it jerk.

'See?' 

Claire nodded. 'I felt it also. Nasty. No control.'

'Exactly and you can imagine when he tries to fuck me now... one wrong word and he's all 'done'. Sometimes now not even a word is needed.'

'Useless then.'

'Too true.'

I could feel myself stirring again. The cold was wearing off and this talk of Pippa with someone else was starting to get my blood moving again... 

Much to my surprise more measurements were taken, my neck, hands, feet, thighs, waist. Finally I was allowed up to get dressed. By this time my 'best friend' was starting to feel more like normal...

While I was doing this Pippa went off to settle up the bill with Claire. I had some concern as to what was in the bags which Pippa had asked me to carry. I tried to look inside, but they were all sealed down. Clearly Claire had supplied Pippa with quite a few things from her stock room...

Pippa saw me trying to look again when we were back in the car and she was driving us home.

'No need to try it's all sealed down. I will take the bags upto our room and we can chat about this more after the kids are in bed this evening. Your sleeping with me tonight. No more till then.'

I just nodded and closed my eyes... I needed to rest.

The rest of the day turned out very much a normal Saturday in the early autumn. Some gardening, house work, playing with the kids. Just a standard day..

Later that evening once the kids were in bed asleep and we were in bed... both of us naked... It felt good... Close as a couple. Loving.

'Just relax for a bit. No need to hurry.'

Pippa had moved somewhat to avoid my attempt to penetrate her. I really wanted to take her. Thrust deep, feel her warm, damp pussy surround my cock. To move in and out..

'Just cuddle for a bit. Hold me.

I always love it when we close the curtains round the bed, and just have the two little wall mounted lamps on above us, It seems so warm and comforting.'

'So do I'. I was looking round. It was really great being in our four poster bed with the curtains pulled round, but at the same time with the deep red linings and the shaded lamps in many ways it was a very decadent. A close, sexy atmosphere in which thoughts and ideas could be discussed which really should remain within the confines of the bed... if not actions as well.

Pippa's voice interrupted my thoughts..

'How was it earlier today for you?'

I knew what Pippa was referring to. (What else could she be referring to?).

I hesitated for a moment before replying. I had a feeling I was going to keep digging that pit I felt I was in even deeper. Pippa seemed to really relish putting me on the spot. Embarrassing me...

I could feel one of Pippa's hand carefully arranging itself around my erection which was starting to throb more as I thought again about earlier in the day. Pippa's other was gently rubbing my back. We were facing each other on our sides. Close. Head to head..

'OK' I could say no more.

'Just ok? Are you sure? I seem to remember you admitting to me when you kissed my boots in Claire's reception room how hot it made you?

Darling... you've gone the same colour as the drapes.. 

Is my little boy embarrassed to admit he likes his wife in charge?'

Pippa's hand was now gripping my penis hard.

'Goodness you do seem to find that exciting...' I was trying to jerk. Anything to move my penis..

'No moving. Stay still. Listen... I've got a few things to say to you... 

Tomorrow you need to be weighted? Remember what happens if you have not lost a pound or more?'

I shook my head. (How could I remember that at a time like this?)

'Let me re-fresh your memory. If you fail this time no more 'fucking' for you till you have lost the weight. I will really hate that as you know. I like fucking more than oral. I like it when you come inside me. I feel complete. Without it I will become really frustrated and I suspect a real bitch to you. I think that you have not 

been trying hard enough recently on your diet or working out in the gym enough. True?'

This took me aback. I had virtually forgotten about the diet and the consequences. I realised Pippa had been leaving me on my own to work on it. Last week she had chased me and I had managed it. This time without her pushing I had slacked. I felt really guilty. I just knew I was going to fail. I had failed Pippa. I would cause her distress.

In a moment of prescience I realised that this would be what it would be like. Should be like. I had completely overlooked that I would not be able to fuck Pippa, which SHE would really like ME to do.. I had failed her. I had not thought of her. I should have been concerned for what her needs were... I loved her...

'Sorry. I am so very very sorry I completely overlooked it.'

'I thought so. That's why I wanted you in bed with me tonight. This might be our last fuck.'

'Don't you mean our last fuck till I get my weight down?'

'No.... Well maybe..'

'What?'

'Well if you do fail, then you cannot fuck me. I like to fuck. You clearly like to imagine me fucking someone else. What happens if that desire meets with my needs?? '

Pippa did not leave time for me to try and cut in... she was continuing... almost in a rush..




Pippa and Harry Ch. 13



'I could see it happening... and frankly if it does... maybe I should to be faithful to him, whoever he might be, especially if he was bigger and better than you. At least while we were fucking.. and if it was someone I liked maybe that could go on for sometime... long after you have got your weight down.'

I was stunned. 

Pippa was now really twisting my mind...

'Think about it. Your beloved wife fucking someone else and you can't..

Oh dear darling... your so hard again..'

I was.

Pippa was whispering now...

'Darling, I thing you should gently put your hand down to my pussy... gently now... what do you feel?'

'Damp. Wet... really wet..'

'So now you know. I love you..., but this might start going further. Do you think you could cope?'

My mind was a blur again... Pippa was excited as much as I was by this direction... (more?)

My stomach was again palpitating... My heart pounding... My head seemed to be in a spin.. My cock... hard... so very hard...

I croaked. 'I think so.'

'You have to say Yes or No'

I had to say it..'Yes'

Pippa was smiling now...

'Goody... and tomorrow morning after we have showered we are going to put on one of the little devices on your little dicky I have purchased. It stays on till I say you can take it off.

(She said 'little dicky'?)

Agreed?' (Pippa's voice was hard now. Her eyes..)

Again all I could say ... was... 'Yes'

At which point Pippa gave me a deep succulent kiss with her tongue probing into my mouth. Dominating it.

Suddenly breaking away...

'You know you going to be just like a little boy. Under Mummy's control...

Do you like that idea?

I see you do I can feel your cock trying to jerk again... '

Pippa's hand had remained holding my erection firmly so she could feel me react to her words...

'When you take your shower in the morning I want you to remove all your pubic hair front, balls, crack, the lot. 

If you are going to be a my little boy then I want you to look like one. It might even make your penis look larger... but I doubt it.. There's some hair removal cream just up on the shower room ledge.'

Pippa gripped harder. Painful even.

'Pippa that's hurting...'

'Tough. I want to squeeze it and you will let me because you love me and want to do everything you can to make me happy. Right?

'Yes'

'Well right now I want you to fuck me long and hard.'

My cock felt as if it had been released from a vice. Relief...

We rolled over and I entered her. I slide into Pippa so easily. Her pussy was warm, slick, so pleasant, so enjoyable. I could feel her gripping me with her vagina muscles. We settled into our old easy way.

'That's good.'

'Good for me also.'

It was gentle but relaxed...

'Harder Harry, deeper, I need to feel you.'

I did my best. Pushed into her. My pubic hair matting with Pippa's. We ground together. I knew I could reach no further. I tried. I was just not filling her up as she needed. I was not satisfying her. Not giving her what she deserved. What I wanted to give her. A feeling of being inadequate crept over me. I could feel myself shrinking. NOOOO...

'What's wrong Harry? I can feel you shrinking...'

'Sorry. I could feel myself getting smaller...' please no...

'Harry! Tell me what's wrong.'

I slipped out.

'Harry please. I love you. What's up?'

I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek.

'Harry.' Pippa was kissing my face with little kisses. I had my eyes tightly shut, I did not want to face this.

'Harry your crying..'

I was choked. 

'I know.'

'Why?'

'I ... I... I... found myself thinking how I was not satisfying you. That I really could not fuck you the way you needed...'

'Darling. It's ok.' (Pippa was holding me like a child..). 'Just relax. I love fucking. You know that. However you also know that the only way I climax with you is if you go down on me. So no worries...Forget it.'

I was starting to relax but something was nagging at me...

'...climax with you..???'

It was as if I was fighting my way out of a dream.

'What do you mean 'climax with you'?

I felt Pippa go still. Then a shrug.

'Well if you must know. I can climax when being fucked. The last time was with Steve before we got married.'

I gulped. Oh no. Not again

Pippa felt it...

'So you like it when I talk about Steve fucking me. Taking me to an orgasm while fucking me which you have never done.'

I could feel my penis starting to harden as she spoke.

Pippa's hand was back on me... moving up and down. Pulling my foreskin backwards and forwards. I was almost back to full erection.

'That's better.. come on put it inside now...'

I did and we started to move together again. 

Come on harder. I thrust in as deep and as violently as I could. It elicited a small moan from Pippa. 'More...'

We went at it, but it was no good. I kept finding my mind coming back to fact I could not satisfy Pippa. 

Pippa knew it too. 

I could feel it. Loss of hardness.. Feeble..

Pippa tried to reassure me... to try and make it work...

'Darling it's all right... Think about me with another man... maybe Steve?

That's better..'

We both could feel me hardening again...

Pippa started to talk to me... (To tell me a story? I found myself getting hard and and fucking her as hard as I could...)

'You know, years ago, I was with Steve and we were out having a drink at a pub. It was the summer and I needed the loo. One of those old fashioned ones, in a courtyard. You know round the back outside. I went and as I came out Steve who had clearly followed me enveloped me in his arms. You know how strong he is. It was rough, but exciting. He pushed me up against one of the recessed doorways and kissed me hard. I struggled a little. He was so powerful. Masterful. One of his hands left me and I heard his zip go. Then it was up my dress pushing my panties to one side. Harry you have no idea. It was something I had thought about. Being taken by a strong man. Like a rape, but it was safe. Exciting. Suddenly I felt him thrust inside me. You know he is so much bigger in terms of length and width than you. You really must see it one day in all its glory. Anyway there I am being fucked up against this door when I suddenly over Steve's shoulder I see this old man looking out of the window of the 'gents' across the courtyard from us. Watching. Something in me found this even more exciting. but scary. I remember trying to attract Steve's attention. He just said 'Shut up. Fuck. If someone's watching.. Enjoy it!' I remember those words to this day... and do you know? I did 

enjoy it. It made me cum and cum. I have never had such an orgasm. My climax just seemed to roll on and on.' 

I found himself exploding.

'Oh dear.. darling did you find my story exciting??'

I was still recovering...

'I think you did... and now you must do me a favour. A big one. I really need to you to go down on me.'

I was shaking my head.

Pippa's voice was sugar sweet... 

'Now now. Don't upset me. Your not able to fuck me... and you know I like to fuck. I have given you a very nice story, which is true by the way in case you are wondering, and got you off. Surely to please your darling wife you will do something for me?'

I knew I had to do it..

I gingerly went down the bed. Between her thighs. Pippa was holding herself apart. I could see a milky substance leaking from her pussy. I looked up. I could see Pippa looking down at me. Her eyes were glittering. Her breath was faster than normal and her face was flushed... She's really excited. Her voice was hoarse with desire...

'Go on.

I want to watch.

Go slowly. Lick up and down to start with. Taste us both..'

I did as I was instructed.

I tried not to gag, the smell and taste of my own semen. Spunk. Ugh. 

Somewhere inside me a little voice was telling me this is what I should be doing. Pleasing Pippa. Overcoming my wish not to with my wish to look after her. To give her pleasure.

I started to work hard, to twirl my tongue to flick her clitoris, that bud of stimulation.

Rewards came in the form of Pippa starting to moan and writhe.. Suddenly she was climaxing... Her legs snapped shut holding me tight amongst her damp and warm thighs. So strong. I felt trapped. I loved it. That feeling of submission of giving Pippa pleasure...

Eventually Pippa released me and I moved back up.

'Let's cuddle...

Hmmm, that was good...'

My voice was dry... 'Glad you enjoyed it.'

Pippa was smiling at me... her voice equally dry.. 'Sure we will do more of it.'

Pippa suddenly pulled me tight. 'Whatever happens you know I love you.' 

'Of course I do. I love you.'

'But will you in the future.. can you see the path we are headed?'

'Yes, but I like the idea. I found I am really liking the idea of serving you. Looking after your needs.'

'What if I really did 'cuckold' you?'

I just pressed against Pippa... she could feel my hardness..

'No.! Again? You've never managed more than once...'

'Looks like I might...'

'No you go to sleep like a good boy. Be good for you to show some restraint.. which is what you will be in tomorrow.' Pippa was giggling now. I found it infectious...