5 comments/ 23117 views/ 6 favorites An Absolute Made Sub and Cuckold By: qualitywheat A foolish man paid the price of his actions, then found himself after being shown the way by his beautiful blond wife and her black lovers. I was sat in my chair completely dumbstruck; I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had no idea where the DVD I was watching had been made. But in my heart of hearts I could guess why, she knew I had been unfaithful, the perfume, a brush of lipstick, it had all added up, and the interrogation by my wife had nailed me. But this, this was too much, this was unfair, there was no reason to behave in this manner. Yes I had been naughty the weekend I had been away, but there is revenge, and there is revenge! The note that had accompanied the delivery of the DVD was plain and concise. "Hope you die in agony you cheating bustard, I may return home sometime, I may not. It will all depend on your reaction to this. And your non negotiable promise that you will obey me forever; you will be my cuckold husband for good. That I am the Queen of our home, and you will be nothing. If this isn't agreeable then you can fuck off and you'll never see me again, got it? Oh, but there will be more DVDs until you give up and do things my way from now on!" There was a mail box address for me to reply to, no phone number, no way of contacting her until I replied by letter, and that was it. I read and re read the note, hoping the words might change to something else, but they never did no matter how many times I read it. I pressed the rewind button and watched it again, this must have been the hundredth time I had seen it. But the thing that stuck in my throat, and split my heart in two was, I had a constant hard on watching her. My head was in bits, my heart was breaking up, but my prick loved what my eyes were seeing and transmitting to it. There on the screen of my brand new 50" top of the range TV was my beautiful blond wife. She is an absolute stunner, 5ft 6" full bodied, green eyes, perfect tits, narrow waist and legs that went on for ever. But it was her face which could capture a runaway train and stop it dead on its tracks. Hauntingly beautiful, so angelic, cherub like, innocent, you name it Shelly had a pose for it. So why had I been unfaithful you ask, I had been on a convention weekend, well it was a five day thing actually. I do travel a bit in my job, this particular weekend a secretary had gone along too, and for some reason I found her amenable, pliable and very willing, she was married to a colleague who hadn't been there for one reason or another. We fucked like rabbits every night we were there, every spare moment was spent in either her bed or mine. Of course people guessed or knew, and one of the bastards had told her husband, who gave me a good thumping, he also rang and told my wife. Hence here I am in deeper shit than I have ever been, I nearly lost my job because of it, but fortunately the other husband had given in his notice as he had been offered another job and his wife was going with him, so I was spared the chop. I can only thank my good luck that she doesn't know about the other two transgressions I have had, but that's another story. And now I was going to have to pay the price she was demanding, or lose her. I had been stupid; I had begged forgiveness but this? This was too much, how could I accede to her these orders, these unreasonable demands. I made the mistake of ignoring the note, and three days later another DVD was delivered, with the terse message. "Last chance saloon slut boy, my way or the highway, no reply now and I'm gone for good!" And that was it, I watched the new DVD and I was even more shocked, but my hard on came back too, and I jacked off over it for the millionth time! I was glued to the screen, there she was in all her naked glory, her long blond hair up in a loose pony tail and streaming down her back as her head was tilted upwards. Why was it tilted upwards? It was because there was a big black cock in it, and she was sucking and slurping it as hard as she good. She was up on her knees on a bed, and enjoying what she was doing, even I could see that. And that gleam in her eyes as she sucked and glanced at the camera? I knew that gleam so well; I had seen it many times when she had sucked me off. She also had her hands tied behind her back with wrists crossed she was being willingly face fucked by a strapping muscular black guy in front of her. I could see his body but not his face, not yet. He had a hand in her hair and was pulling her on and off his thick black prick. The first DVD had been of her on her hands and knees, well, elbows and knees really and being fucked from behind by him, but this new one was the full unedited version of that I was sure. Also on the screen was a beautiful long haired black girl, she was kneeling naked behind Shelley, but turned slightly toward the camera, her fabulous body on full view to me. She was smiling at the camera too. I could see they were all posing but also they were deep in the throes of what they were doing. The black girl had her left arm around my wife; her fingers were tweaking, twisting and pulling on her nipples each in turn. Both of them were rock hard, my wife's nipples are very sensitive things, so I knew what she was going through. Her right hand was at her pussy, the fingers were blurred as the drove up and down Shelley clit and dipped into her pussy regularly. She was also kissing her neck and shoulder, while her brilliantly white even teeth were intermittently biting her. I could see Shelley's eyes open and close in her arousal. She might have been torturing me like this but she wasn't being forced, she was right into this, and it was that which cut me. I stared at the screen, prick in hand and tossing myself off watching her. The reason I was so erect over it was, this was a scenario we had concocted over the last couple of years as an addition to our love lives. Shelley being the ultimate beautiful young blonde wife that she was attracted males of all calibres, especially black men. So slowly we had brought it into our bedroom and we would have fantastic sex sessions as we related stories about her being totally seduced. Sometimes forcibly taken, gang banged, older knowing men, younger studs, black men and boys with big thick black cocks who would over power her and fuck her half to death. Willingly or forcibly, me watching, me tricking her into it, you name it we talked about it. I had even invented the scene I was now watching on my screen, it had been me who brought up the idea of her being forced into submission to a powerful black stud and a beautiful black female whom would have their way with her, consented or not. I watched on fascinating horror as my wonderful beautiful sexy blond wife got it on with her two partners, and there was no doubt who was running the show, and it wasn't Shelley. I saw the black man shoot his load, I could tell from the sudden jerking of his hips he was going to cum. Then Shelley's determination to swallow it, her cheeks bulged, she got wide eyed, her lips glistened as his spunk tried to get out, but Shelley was having none of it, she took it all and gleefully. When the man pulled away his accomplice pulled Shelley backwards and down on to the bed on her back, the she leaned over her. She kissed her which my wife accepted fully, I could sees her toying with Shelley's nipples, her mouth opened and closed in arousal. Some how I hadn't noticed she was wearing a strap on dildo, a big black one. She climbed over her and sank it deep into Shelley's gaping white hot soaking pussy and drove it home. I saw her scream in surprise, her eyes were like saucers as the woman fucked her with utter ferocity and power. I saw her cum, her legs shot dead straight out, then bend at the knee, her feet rose into the air and she hooked her heels over the woman's calves and held on. The woman was up on her elbows and hands hooked under my wife's shoulders as she powered her way to victory. Shelley came time after time, I know my wife when she cums, and she came and came under the black beauty on top of her. I saw her go limp then, breathing heavily, her eyes still closed as she sank into the abyss created by her beautiful black female lover. But more was to come in a few moments. Shelley started coming round, moving, hunching her body as the chills rumbled through her from her climaxes. The black girl rolled away and stood up, it was difficult to tell but she looked about 4 or 5" taller than Shell, and at least 10 or 12lbs heavier. She really was a stunner, her skin glowed, it was as satin smooth, and looked like liquid chocolate, her eyes were as bright as the stars in the evening sky. Her body was to die for, she had everything Shelley had but it was all in black. Her sprouting nipples were stood out like dark acorns; she flowed in and out in all the right places like only a beautiful woman does. Shelley lay there in full camera shot, her body was still on fire even I could see that from my chair, I was also stroking my cock over her. Then the man appeared in shot, he climbed on to the far side of the bed enabling the camera to pick up on her fully. Her hands were still tied behind her, she was still their captive willing or not, my prick jumped once more. He moved in on her readying himself to fuck her, make love to her, use her, take her, and I suppose if he wanted to do, abuse her. I could see he was a good looking guy, but he was black, that was the main thing. We didn't have any black friends so where had these two appeared from, where had she met them, got them into this? He was obviously tall too, very masculine in movement, strongly built, big arms, flat chest, and powerfully muscular legs. And he had the cock, it was bigger than mine, even I could see that, I felt a big pang of jealousy. But the most telling feature was, he had a mop of black unruly hair that stuck out at all angles. And he had a Mexican type moustache, right over his top lip and down the sides of his mouth to finish just above his chin. And this was the man Shelley and I had imagined her sexy black lover would be, would look like, and he was, it was him! He began teasing her nipples, the sucking them into his mouth first one then the other, he never stopped I could see Shelley squirming. His fingers sought her pussy, her knees jumped up, then spread, then closed, then her legs straightened up again, he had her all over the place. Shelley wasn't play acting for my benefit, this was real I know my Mrs, she was up the rigging and being made to jump and dance to his tune. I saw her mouth the word 'please' then again and again, 'please, please,' he smiled, then I noticed his cock was getting bigger. Shelley begged again. "Please fuck me, I need you to do me, please oh please?" He never wasted one moment, it hadn't been too long since he had shot his load into her mouth but he was on her and banging her in an instant. I watched as his hips left and reconnected with hers, and his thick black weapon leaving and redrilling her well hole. She was slumped under him, but I could tell she was alive with vitality, energy, needing this to be done to her. She was getting a fucking I had never achieved, and that hurt me badly. But it didn't stop me from following her every movement as she came, then cum again and again. Just as I did watching him fuck my wife into next week. I realised I had the hardest hard on I had ever had and I was more excited than I had ever been. I shot my own load all over myself; it hit me in the mouth and splashed up my front. Shelley was agog under him, her eyes were open now but seemed to be glazed over, though they also seemed to be locked on him on top of her. I saw him smile down at her and speak, I wasn't sure because he was sideways on, but it looked to me something like "you are a black cock loving slut," but as I say I couldn't be sure. Mt beautiful sexy wife nodded her head to him, and definitely mouthed the words, "Yes (name) I am." He looked sideways and nodded his head, the black beauty reappeared, he spoke but I didn't get that, he propped himself up from Shelley but left his long black tool in her. The female black goddess, for that was how I was thinking of her now, got on the bed. And it was then I got the biggest shock of today's shocks I had ever had. She had removed the strap on and climbed over Shelley facing her and sat on her face. The man took Shelley's feet and hoisted them on to his shoulders and he started to fuck her again. The woman on top of her began sliding backwards and forwards over my wife delectable face; she was making her eat her out. The man was poking her very hard, the woman was fucking her face and she had Shelley's nipples in her fingers as she slid about. I couldn't see Shelley's face for clues as to whether she was up for this or not, but judging by what had been happening a few minutes ago she fucking well had to be didn't she! They continued for a while, I saw the woman orgasm on Shelley, her body jerked and twitched, she ground her hips down on to my wife and I knew she had come on her, and in her mouth. Then the man came, but he didn't cum in her, he pulled out thankfully and shot a humongous load all over my wife, she was covered in huge globs of it. He drew back, let her feet down and the woman got off her too. Then tantalisingly and so bloody irritatingly the film faded to black, very appropriate hey? A second later it came back on, they were all fully dressed, my wife was in the centre looking very happy and satisfied, even though you could tell she had been shagged and banged to within an inch of her life. She was smiling for the camera, a huge happy smile. And in her hands was a sheet of paper, and written on it were the words. A letter from you by tomorrow or this is the last time you will see me, except on a DVD when we send you one! The film faded away to nothing and I sat there, I just sat there, would you believe it, me, Jack the lad had been driven into the ground, nailed and routed, there was no question in my mind who was the winner here, and who was the defeated. I wrote the letter begging forgiveness, begging her to come back, start anew, I promised her the earth, anything she wanted, I would be her slave, I would do everything she ever told me to do. I didn't care what she wanted, I would be it. As I realised I was giving my life away, I had been cuckolded completely. What a transformation, Jack the lad to Billy no mates in one easy lesson. I was a slobbering wreck of a man simply because too late I realised how much I loved her., how much I needed her, how desperate I was not to lose her. But what stuck more in my throat was the arousal of seeing her with these two black sex machines, him continually on her and in her, gave me a hard on like I ain't ever had an erection. And seeing that black beauty tame Shelley, take her to the cleaners, literally. The way she had dominated her sexually, forcing her over the edge time after time. She had simply devoured her. And I would bet the fucking house on the fact that she wouldn't have to have her tied up to do it as and when it suited her. The next night I received a reply, I never even saw or heard anyone pushing the envelope through the door it was just there. What I read wasn't what I was expecting. I had just supposed she would say. "Okay I'll be home by seven. HAH! Oh no it was a little more concise that that. Tomorrow night at 6pm you will carry one of the carver chairs, the ones with the big wide arms, into the front sitting room and you will tie yourself into it, and you will do it like this. You will fasten each ankle to the leg, you will tie a rope around your waist and around the chair back. You will then tie a wrist to one arm, and then using noose type knows you will fasten the other. You will leave a crack in the drapes for me to see through to check, and before I even think of entering my home. My home? It had always been our home. If you try and trick me by not tying yourself as so described you will regret it very very much. And one last thing, you will be naked! The above will be carried out as my instructions, you are about to learn the error of your ways, and you will be taught to obey me, clear? I had no idea what I was letting myself in for, and I'm not sure I would have disobeyed her instructions anyway, but I was to about to get the biggest shock of my life. And anyway, reading the letter, letting my mind run wild with lewd sexy thoughts of her dominating me got the better of my reasoning. The following night after a great deal of thought, I did as I was told. I got the chair, left a small gap in the drapes and tied myself in as instructed, pulling the last slip knot tight cemented my position, and I waited. It was 6.45pm, and I waited, and I waited, I looked at the clock it had got to 8.10, then 9.00 what was going on. I had tied myself up too well and I couldn't get free, I began to worry. Then the sitting room door opened, I hadn't heard the front door, and in walked Shelley, and behind her was the black goddess, and behind her was the black guy who I had so fervently watch fuck my wife long and hard. They walked into my line of sight, they all smiled. "Well," Shelley said, "what do you think Emile, Leila, do you think we have a real live cuckold here, a real live sex slave and toy for our use and enjoyment?" I must have looked a real picture, it took me an age to find my voice. They checked my bonds and adjusted here and there, if there had been a chance of escape for me it was now gone. "Shelley, this wasn't part of the agreement," I told her. "And what agreement was that then shit head?" she growled. "I agreed to do what you will tell me to do, and you would come home, you never mentioned these two," I said. "You agreed to do what I told you to do, that was what we agreed, and that's what you will do, or shall I leave right now, come on yes or no!" She had me by the balls again; I didn't want to lose her. I was terrified she would go, and I knew Shelley, if she said something, she meant it, I nodded my head. "Did I hear something there fuck toy?" she taunted me. "Yes," I replied, I was like a small child, begging for mummy's love. "Good, so just to get you on your way to your new life," Shelley gloated, "I'm taking Emile up to my bed and stay there with him until the morning, and Leila will look after you, goodnight cuckold, our new slut boy!" I watched as they sauntered out of the room, he was stroking Shelley's ass. I was alone with Leila and I was suddenly very afraid. "Well now slut boy," she said to me, "you have fucked up haven't you, Shelley belongs to me and Emile now, and so do you. That's unless you want to be shipped out of her life forever that is." Before I could answer she slapped me hard across the face, both sides got it, my head spun. I cried out in shock and a lot of pain, my ears were ringing. Suddenly a ball gag was stuffed into my mouth and that was me done for good and proper. Leila stood in front of me, and despite the dizziness and blurred vision she was a beautiful stunning black beauty, there was no question of that. She squatted down in front of me and picked up my prick, she rolled it in her palms, boy did that feel good, she got me hard in no time. "Like that do we slut boy?" she said breathily, huskily. The answer was right there in her hands, yes I did. She crushed it so hard I thought the head of it was going to burst. I screamed silently through the gag. "When I ask you a question slut, you will answer it, do you understand?" she said while continuing to squeeze. I nearly broke my neck nodding to her, she smiled, "that also goes for when Shelley, or Emile asks you something, and a word of warning here slut fuck, don't fuck with him, you will hate the response okay?" More neck break nodding from me. She toyed with my prick again, it soon forgot its pain and grew once more in her hands. An Absolute Made Sub and Cuckold My knees were spread and she tickled my balls, soon I was gasping behind the gag. She knew how to handle a man, well, me if you like. She opened her purse and took out a vibrator, looking at me with an evil lascivious smile she shoved it in to my ass. I tried to squeeze it out but it was no good, once she had it in, it was in! She wanked me furiously; the buzzing in my rear end, her doing that and all I wanted was more and more. She told me that if I came without her permission she would tear my prick off in her hands, stopping momentarily to show me her long nails. If the vibrator hadn't been in my ass I would have shit myself I'm sure. How I never shot my load I don't know, it was murder holding it back when she had complete control of me, because it heightened my arousal to her. She stopped, stood and stripped off slowly, turning this way and that, she was absolutely superb. Shelley is equally beautiful but she is white, Leila is black and difference was breath taking. This 5ft 9 or 10 inch man killer was naked an standing in front of her helpless, and very hapless victim. Suddenly squatting again she sucked my bell end, if I hadn't been tied down I would have hit the ceiling. I turned my face up, trying to lessen the impact she was having on me, and then I heard some bumping coming from upstairs. Leila laughed. "That's Emile screwing Shelley, she sure does love his big black cock Jon, you know, she tells me she still loves you, but she loves him too," she told me lewdly. I pictured them in my head, in our bed, him on top of her and banging her like I could only have hoped to do; now I was beginning to understand where my life was going to go. "Now listen to me, and listen well, you have a choice to make; there will be no negotiation, no compromises." She told me with finality in her voice. "This is how it will be, if you don't want to be a part of it, then you will never see her, or us again." I just looked at her, not fully understanding what she was about to say, but dreading the option. "You will from this day on be our slut boy, you are already Shelley's cuckold. You will obey her implicitly, you will obey myself and Emile implicitly, no questions, you will never be asked an opinion. You will never leave the house without permission; you will be naked at all times unless told otherwise. You will serve us with willing vigour and unbending faithfulness." She finished. I could only look at her, she sucked my cock again, tweaked the vibrator in my ass. From my place peering down at her superb body, the lines, the sleekness, the fullness, the sublime woman, the obvious sexual animal, predator, dominant woman that she was. Everything was charging through my head, but it all boiled down to this. 'Obey her, them, or don't, and I lose everything.' Leila more or less made my mind up for me, she put her left leg through the arm of the chair, then her right one, now she was stood right over me. Her pussy was more or less in front of my face, it took my breath away, her slim waist, billowing up to her magnificent tits, she said. "Well stud, do you want me to fuck you, or shall I get back off?" she said this as she reached down and tugged and gently squeezed my prick. More near neck breaking ensued, I was forever desperate for her to do me. I was out of control, or was I now under it? I wasn't sure. I couldn't move a millimetre, she slowly sank down on me and gave me the most thrilling screw I have ever had, and that beats whatever Shelley and I had achieved over the years. Leila sank down on me slowly, her pussy was hot, sleek, and slinky, her twat smothered my prick completely, then she sat there, her breasts were right opposite my face, but with the gag in they might have well have been on Mars. She grabbed me by the hair and forced my head back. "Like to suck and nibble on these slut boy?" she asked, indicating with her huge luminous dark eyes. Her thick brown nipples were calling to me, she ground around on my dick sending me into near convulsions. "Remember slut boy, if you cum before I say you can, you will suffer the consequences!" I jammed my mind closed to cumming. I was already dreaming of it, but now it was an option that wasn't open to me. I didn't know if she would tear my balls off, but I knew I wouldn't like what ever she did, not one bit. Now bending my head further back, she started to kiss, nibble and bite my neck, and oh boy was it good. It sent shivers all over me, being controlled, managed, near tortured sent me into over drive. The feeling was fantastic, to be used like this was something men only dream about, well I was in the reality, it was happening and I was as happy as I think I could be. Leila was training me, I never realised, I was being forced into a can of degradation. And she was leading me down the path to serfdom, subjugation, demoralisation, and abject wonderful surrender to her, and through her, them, my wife and her new black lover. She was showing me in short order where I was going, how I was to get there, and be who she was making me to be. And I, well I galloped headlong down the straits of and to submission. "Now, its answer time, you in, or do you get thrown out and never ever allowed to come back. You should know that we have a list of men who are begging us to take them. You are privileged in a way. Its only because of Shelley you are getting this one and only chance. Nod your head, or shake it, in, out?" Her eyes pierced me, she squeezed her pussy muscles, I nodded about 8 trillion times, "Im in," I gurgled behind the gag. "That's okay then, but you also need to know that it will be about a week before you are allowed any free movement of your own, you will stay tied and bondaged until we decide you are ready to serve." I nodded some more, and my eyes were now locked on and super glued to her magnificent mammaries, topped off by the thick dark brown almost black nipples. Leila humped herself up and down on me, her teeth were deep into my neck on both sides. I could feel her sucking huge hickeys into me, and even though it was really painful I loved it. Then the ball gag was out, I dived with my mouth for her nipples, I nearly got one before the slap that rattled my brain landed. "Don't you ever do any thing without express permission from one of your masters, 'SLAP' another one landed, do you understand me?" 'SLAP!' "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I bleated, I was near to tears, me a grown man almost weeping because I had been slapped by a woman. But I knew now, or should I say, I was learning fast that Leila was no ordinary woman. She had great power, a beautiful softness, and a mind of rock solid determination. I think it was then that I started sinking beneath the waves of my ongoing destroyed manhood. I was being mentally depth charged; they were going off all around and within me. "Are you ready to cum for me Jon?" she asked with such a soft tender voice, I just felt so grateful she was being nice to me for a change. "Yes," I replied, "I am." 'Slap Slap slap' "Don't you dare you slut boy! You'll cum when I let you, got it?" Slap slap slap! "Yes yes yes, oh please just tell me what to do I'll do it, I promise please Leila," I cried. "Who said you could call me Leila you shit head!" Slap slap slap again. "Mistress, mistress, master master, please please." I was craven now, but the stupid thing was, my prick was as hard as it had ever been. I was mentally forcing my explosive cum back down into my body waiting for the release I craved, I daren't cum, not now, it was too painful, I was learning fast. I also started to feel a sense of belonging, she was taking me over, Shelley and her boyfriend were upstairs in bed still fucking I supposed, but my mind was focussing on the dark skinned beauty who had total control of my very being. I was tied up yes, but it was becoming more than that, she was covering me in her aura, she was like a cloud settling over me, embodying me somehow. And I was beginning to like it, what the future might hold I didn't know, but if it included Leila I was good for it. She got up from me, tipped the chair backwards and lowered it to the floor; she immediately sat on my face looking downwards to me. I lapped away; she grabbed my dick and began to jack me again. Her super slick pussy slid about on me, I breathed when I could and sucked and licked as fast and as hard as I could. I felt her cum, her sweet nectar ran down into my mouth and I licked everything I got on my tongue and swallowed it all. She stopped all movement then, I trembled with fear, I had made her cum, was I going to get punished for that. I waited and waited for the first blow, the first slap, the first crushing of my nuts or dick, or both. None came, after several minutes of complete stillness she slid of me. I watched her stand, I wanted to smile and asked her if I had pleased her, I daren't. She leaned down, grabbed the chair, my cock was still waving in the air and stood it upright. Then she simply walked out of the room leaving me with a gradually waning prick. I was desperate to cum. I almost called out for her to finish me off. But I decided that the 'finish me off' wouldn't be the one I was dying for, so I never called to her. When she came back, she was all business, my head was still ringing from being slapped. I looked at her and she didn't seem pleased about something. "Please mistress, please don't slap me again, I'll be good I swear, just tell me what you want, what I have to do and I'll be that person, please?" I was begging her, now I knew where the power lay, it had been because I was tied up, but now it was palpable, I was defeated I'm sure. I know things might be different when I was freed. But I was already telling myself that she was the Queen Bee, I was a worker, a drone, that's it! "Do you want permission to cum slut boy?" she suddenly asked. I was almost too afraid to say yes for fear of earning another slap. She looked absolutely magnificent stood there before me. She was totally naked, she had the finest body I had ever seen, fully blossomed, tall, statuesque, full breasted, mighty nippled, a sweet flowing body on long endless legs. It was enough to nearly make me cum just looking at her. She dropped to her knees and took a hold of my dick, it began to grow right away. That answered her, she smiled, bent her head and sucked, and jacked at the same time. "Please mistress, please let me cum," more purile begging. "Go on then you can cum, but I want you to tell me what you are. This time its voluntary, use your own words. What ever thoughts you have I want to hear them, and don't worry you are free for the moment to say what you like." I didn't need to think, I knew already. "I'm a slut boy mistress, your slut boy, I want to be your slut boy mistress," I told her, she flicked her eyes at the ceiling, I knew what she was asking. "I'm their slut boy too mistress," I said. "Whose slut boy, names," she said. "Shelley and Emile's I'm their slut boy too, I will obey you forever mistress, I'll obey them if you say it." There it was out in the open. She smiled knowingly and happily, then she made me cum in about five strokes, my cum shot right over her shoulder, it was the best cum I had ever had. My gratefulness knew no bounds, I wept with relief and gratitude. She left me then with the remains of my cum dribbling out of the end of my dick, I so wanted to jack myself off again, but of course I couldn't. She had to have gone upstairs, maybe I was being discussed, my future settled. I did know that all I wanted was for Leila to come back and claim me again. My previous unfaithfulness to Shelley had brought me full circle, now I knew I was being trained up, but thinking about it, I had to have been this kind of man, even though I hadn't/didn't know about it until I was now being shown, I liked it a lot, I really did. Being forced and made to obey Leila had to be the biggest eye opener of my life. The sexual, human dominance she had exerted over me had walked right into my head. I accepted it, I wanted it. To be used by her was my goal, and if that meant me even being enslaved, I was there! I didn't know yet what that would mean, but I was to find out in the upcoming week, and what a learning curve that was. But I am where I am, and I ain't going back, no way Jose! I never saw or spoke to anyone until the following morning. I slept fitfully, waking from numbness, being very uncomfortable. Shout? I dare not in case it brought some form of retribution. It was Shelley who walked in on me. I was stiff, my body ached, I needed to move about badly. "Good morning slut boy," she said brightly, she looked gorgeous, hair brushed, face lightly made up, "how are you?" It was asked as the vibrator, the batteries were dead now was yanked out of my ass. I had almost forgotten it was still there. "Untie me Shelley my arms and legs are dead, hurry babe," I told her, it wasn't a request, it was an order. This precipitated a slap as hard as Leila had given me, followed by a few more. My ears were ringing again; I knew I had made a terrible mistake. "I'm sorry mistress, please forgive me, please?" Bleat, bleat, bleat, I went. She was wearing one of my shirts and she looked so good, but I was in mortal fear now I had never seen her like this. "Nice to see you've picked up on Mistress Leila's teaching slut boy, what are you, Hmmmm?" Her hand rose into the air again, I cringed. "I'm a slut boy mistress, I'm your slut boy, and Leila's and Emile's slut boy too." I had to stop her and Leila from slapping me; I will learn I promised myself. "That's it slut boy, you are learning, but it will take at least a week of on the job training from us to get you where we wanht you, and to where you want to go, yes?" she said. "Yes mistress, I want what ever you want, I promise," I answered, and unbelievably I was meaning it. Leila walking in then with more ropes in her hands, I groaned inwardly, not letting them see how scared I was, I didn't want to be slapped did I? "Right Shelley, lets get him ready shall we?" she asked nicely, as if she was about to dress her little boy! "I'm with you Leila," Shelley said. They spent about five minutes rejigging the ropes on me, and soon I was made to get out of the chair. I hadn't said a word. I just accepted what it was they were doing, but they constantly toyed with my prick and balls, it was heavenly murder. I began to feel much better now I was on my feet. My arms were tied to my sides with a rope right around me, and my feet were hobbled, I had about two feet of rope from one to the other. I could shuffle but that was it. "Okay then," Shelley told me, "its time for breakfast." They walked out and into the kitchen followed by me, I had to learn to walk like this, I was frightened I might trip and fall over. They both laughed at me. "Come on sissy slut boy, hurry up or I'll have to slap you," Leila said with clear threat in her voice, Shelley sniggered. I rushed as fast as I could. I heard banging and drilling coming from the garage, that had to be Emile, what was he doing? The women saw me with dread in my eyes, both laughed and Leila said menacingly. "That's for you if you get out of line slut boy, so keep on your toes; you definitely won't like being taken in there for any reason believe me!" I could have shit myself. "Come here Shelley said nonchalantly, I shuffled over as fast as my bonds allowed, I stood near her. "Closer," she said, I did, she took hold of my balls and squeezed them, I yelped in pain but held my ground. If I was to submit fully I knew I would have to put up with some treatment, but I also guessed that after time had elapsed, things would get better, for me anyway. Leila moved in behind her and started to cuddle, kiss and caress her, her hands went into the shirt, I could see her working Shelley's nipples. "Ooooh Leila you do that so good darling," she whispered while continuing to squeeze me. Then one hand dropped to her pussy, Shelley sighed beautifully, I love seeing her aroused she is so sensual. "You feel as if you have had a baseball bat in here," Leila sniggered into her ear while she was kissing and biting her neck. "Emile fucked me four times last night, I don't know how he does it," she told her, "he's an animal!" And despite being in pain my prick hardened, they both had my number that was for sure. Leila shoved me hard in the chest, I fell back against the table, my body weight took me down, and before I could even think of moving, Shelley was on me. I don't know if they had planned it, but she was up on the table and stuffing my prick into her without further ado. I was being screwed by my wife on our kitchen table. I felt Leila take my balls, I waited for the inevitable crush but it didn't happen, instead she got me going even more. I looked up at her, and the look in her eye told me not to cum. Shelley kissed me, I kissed her back. "I love you Shelley," I said somewhat sadly. "I know you do Jon, and I love you too, but you've made your bed, now you will lie on it. Your life as you knew it is over," she told me as she humped me hard. I knew it, now it was there, right out in the open, stay or go, my choice. "Yes mistress I understand," I said as I crunched my legs to stop from cumming under her. This brought a huge smile to her beautiful face. Then she sighed and said while looking solely at me, "Leila your finger in my ass is doing me in, I love it!" She came then, I know when Shelley cums, she changes somehow, it's wonderful to see it. I was in urgent need now myself. "Please mistress, please may I cum too?" begging was becoming a natural for me. "Leila, what do you think, can he cum hmmm, shall we let him?" she said over her shoulder to the black beauty behind her. "Well," she said, "he has been a good slut boy so far this morning hasn't he, so I suppose so yes." Shelley eyed me and shook her head no. I bit my lip I was about to let rip and it had almost been too late. Then she grinned broadly at me, "you are a good slut boy aren't you, go one then, give it to me!" I shot my load hard and deep into her, it was another mighty cum, one that nearly snapped me in half. As I lay there under her, I began to know and understand that this kind of life might suit me. I already knew that it would be this way, or it would be the highway. I also understood that I needed Shelley now more than the other way round. I still felt she loved me but she had the upper hand here and I liked it. I also liked Leila, what a woman to have as your boss, your leader. Where Emile stood in all of this I still wasn't sure, he was fucking my wife I knew that, but as yet I hadn't seen him with Leila, maybe she didn't like black cock, I hoped that was the case. But what happened two days later reinforced my submission to Shelley and Leila, why? Because I knew they would be my only protection. I'll come to that but let me finish what I was telling you. Shelley and Leila left the kitchen, I struggled to my feet, cum and juices dripping down my legs. I stood there for ages, not fully daring to go and look for them in case it got me a slapping again. I could hear Emile in the garage and again I daren't even look at the door, never mind go through it, not that I could because of my bonds, but I wanted to get away from it. "Slut boy, in here now!" a voice called, I hurried as fast as I could, relieved to be away from the kitchen. "We are going out, we need to do some shopping," Leila told me, you'll be coming with us. They went upstairs, to change I suppose, I stood and waited, naked, cock dripping, tied hand and foot. They came down again about an hour later dressed to the nines, boy did they look good. An Absolute Made Sub and Cuckold Both were utterly beautiful, each more so than the other, black versus white, white versus black. I was stunned by them. Shelley put a collar around my neck with a dog lead attached. In her hand she had a jacket that was mine. "Just in case we need you to have a little privacy," she said. I was tugged to the door, I held back, surely they weren't going to take me out like this! This earned me a whacking slap from Leila. "Out slut boy, and now!" her raised hand was all I needed. I shuffled out and into the back seat of the car. We went into the city where they parked up and got out, Shelley left the coat over my lap but that was it. I cringed into a corner trying to hide myself; my humiliation would have been complete if someone had seen me. I was there for over three hours, some people did look in as they passed, but I just gave them a smile and looked the other way. When they came back I made the mistake of asking them why they had been so long. Leila whirled around to face me in the back seat, she half climbed over and grabbed my dick and balls. She squeezed so hard I squealed in pain. "Don't you ever question any of us ever again, and I'm telling you now, it happens again, you are in the garage. Emile will see to you slut fucking boy, don't worry about that!" It silenced me completely apart from a grovelling apology, and another hefty squeeze from her bent me double. Shelley stopped half way home and Leila got out and got into the back with me. I feared the worst. I began bleating another apology, promising to be subservient forever, and I meant it too. She didn't speak she grabbed me by the hair and forced me face down over her. Then I felt another vibrator shoved into me, but this one was bigger, she turned it on, shoved me upright and I was sat on it. It buzzed away in me, she took a hold of my limp dick and started playing, her look at me was so sexy and lewd it grew right there in her hand. I got furiously jacked for several minutes. This was a test, it had to be, she was going to see if I came without her permission. I don't know how I didn't, but I never. When we got back the door was opened for me and they left me to make my own way into the house, has anyone out there tried to get out of the back of a car tied up and with an operating vibrator stuck up their ass? Well let me tell you its fucking difficult! I made it back in and entered the sitting room where I got assaulted by both of the women, they slapped and pushed me about until I fell on to the sofa, there I was really punished, my dick near got pulled off, my balls were squeezed and my face was slapped several times. I begged forgiveness, pleading with them, promising them my life, you name it I begged it. And at the end of it I had a huge hard on, I was in wonderful agony. Leila made me go upstairs followed by Shelley, she made me get into the bath and lay down, now I was terrified. I was thinking they were going to water torture me. I was in a way, but not from the tap. Leila got in, stood over me and pissed on me, all in my face, and as she did Shelley jacked me off. I was dying to cum, I was gasping for breath and in doing so I was swallowing Leila's urine. I was amazed by the taste, it seemed scented, then they swapped places and duties, Shelley pissed on me, and Leila jacked me off. Again Shelley's urine was a taste I would never have expected. And then my biggest mistake so far, I shot my load, I couldn't stop it I was so turned on, I saw it shoot up into the air. Shelley turned the shower on, using cold water and washed me off, now that did have me gasping, freezing water like that. I was shivering a lot by the time she had finished and then they left me to lie there in the bath for about 30 minutes. Getting out was impossible, all I managed to do was get my legs over the edge, so I had to stay there and near damn freeze to death. I think it was around that time that I really began to accept my position, I actually liked being treated badly, I wondered how and why I was like this, had I been born this way and needed to be shown the light? I went with that thought; being hurt and punished turned me on every time, the minute I got hurt, my prick jumped to attention. What I had said in the car and cumming when I hadn't been told that I could was to lead to my ultimate punishment the following day. It was the day that concreted me over, buried me totally, made me realise what, and where, my place in life was in this new hierarchy. Shelley came in and helped me out of the bath, she dried me off, tugging and crushing my balls as she did, and guess what? Yep, my prick rose to the occasion. She shoved me into the back bedroom and put me to bed like the child I was. She tucked me in, closed the door and left me alone. On the dresser was a plate of food, and a baby's cup, one with a spout. Not making an error, I asked if I could speak. She knew what I was going to say, she answered before I asked. "The food is there for you slut boy and the drink, have it when ever you feel like it. When she had gone I struggled out and ate and drank what was there, being tied up life was impossible but I was getting used to it. Leila came in later, I had been asleep and it was dark outside, she started to play with me, got me hard in no time then she climbed on and literally just used and screwed me. Her hands on my chest she rose and fell. Her eyes were closed and she came hard and long, I think she came a few times but I wasn't going to ask, I daren't. Me, I of course held mine, cumming without permission was now a definite no no! She leaned down and kissed me like a lover would kiss her hearts desire, I felt so grateful and happy, she loved me, she loved me! "You are coming on nicely Jon, you'll be trained up I know you will, what do you think?" "May I answer please mistress," this brought a huge grin to her beautiful face it took my breath away. She smiled and nodded her lovely head, her soft jet black hair swaying as if in a gentle breeze. "I am learning mistress, and I have to tell you that this has surprised me to the limit because I like being treated like this, I am beginning to look forward to serving you and Mistress Shelley for ever." There, I had said it, I was admitting it, it was out there in the wide world. Now unless something went awry I would be theirs, to do with what they will, to be commanded by them, to obey them whatever the circumstances. "That's good to know Jon, I was right about you when Shelley first came to me and Emile. She loves black cock Jon, but you know that don't you, it was you who started all this, you brought it on yourself. But in the back of your mind was this, you unwittingly and unknowingly desired what you are becoming. And now you belong to us, to me, to Shelley and through us, Emile too." I didn't know what she meant by that but I kept my mouth shut just in case. "Emile has never fucked me and he never will, he has Shelley, and I have you and her, she has me, you and Emile, what a choice she has hey?" she smiled at that. I did too, I thought it was the right thing to do. "But because of what you did today, tomorrow is your punishment day, you are going in the garage. And let's hope that you will finally learn what is being made of you." I didn't like that statement, I had no idea what was going to happen, what would be done, and already I was crapping myself, but weirdly, it excited me, my prick lurched. What the fucking hell was I being turned into? I didn't know for certain but my prick did. Leila grabbed my cock again and jacked me, it was torture until she said. "You may cum for me slut boy, what are you hmmm? Tell me what you are while you cum!" "I'm a slut boy mistress, your slut boy, Shelley's slut boy, that's all I will ever be mistress, your total slut boy!" I chanted. And then I shot my load high in the air, the relief was immense. My gratitude knew no bounds; I actually cried tears of joy to her. If it had been her, or their intention to beat and defeat me, they had succeeded, and it was no contest. She kissed me once more, squeezed my balls one last agonising time, threw the covers over and left. I was in darkness, I was so happy I wept openly into my pillow. When I awoke the sun was shining, it was a new day, the beginning of the rest of your life Jon, I told myself. My mistresses will find the slut boy they have been building, and teaching. The door opened and it was Emile, I cowered immediately, he grinned, he knew the effect his entrance had caused in me. I felt utter dread, 'the garage' I thought. 'Oh no, I don't want to go in there. Leila in a dress appeared and she looked so utterly sexy and sultry, his worship twitched at the sight, behind her was Shelley, she too looked beautifully alluring. Emile pulled the covers back and tied a noose of string around my ball sac. The women were both grinning from ear to ear. 'What's going on, what's going to happen, what are they going to do with me?' He tugged the string and I had to follow it, I swung my legs out and humped myself up. I was taken down stairs, my fear wouldn't let me speak to ask them. Leila sat me down and fed me breakfast, bacon and eggs, I was famished, I ate it all, along with two cups of coffee. Then a blindfold was put on me. I let out a whimper, I was afraid, scared witless now. The string around my balls was tugged and away we went. "Mind the step Jon," Leila's voice, A hand held my arm. I felt fumbling around my body something was being fitted, it turned out to be a really wide leather belt with hooks at the sides. I felt more tugs and my feet left the floor, I was hanging from something. 'The thing Emile had been building?' The rope between my feet was removed, then the blindfold. I was looking at the three of them, I stared down and saw the belt around me, then I looked up I was hanging from a sort of free standing goal post., Shelley tied my feet to each side and I was spread wide. "Please may I speak?" I begged. "No," Shelley answered, she got up and went behind me, Leila reached out and got my balls in one hand and cock in the other, and Emile just sat there and smiled. Of course you all know what happened, his lordship joined in, and I was as hard as a rock as was becoming normal. Something touched me from behind, it was soft and smooth, Shelley was caressing my ass, I felt her push her finger in. She was spreading something on me, and into my crack. She came back to the front and they all sat on stools placed in front of me. Suddenly hands took my waist below the belt, I jumped in surprise but of course I never went anywhere, not hanging from the frame like I was. I looked down to see two black arms snaking around me. "What the hel..." I started to say before clamping my mouth shut. I was glared at by my two mistresses, Emile just grinned. The hands ran up and down me, took my prick, stroked my balls, jacked me. Then I had a bat in my ass, I screamed as quietly as I could, I was being humped, was it a dildo? I wondered, No it wasn't, this was a cock, a mans cock, a black mans cock, I was being ass fucked by a black man, he had my own cock and balls in his hands and his black prick was all the way up in me. I tried to push back, to get him out but I was wasting my time. This was my punishment, one I had been told I wouldn't want to happen again, now I knew why. But my prick was joining in, it stayed hard, the mans hands took my waist again and I really got fucked. His reamed and reamed me, I could feel him driving his prick up into me, and then feel him pulling back. Leila and Shelley took my cock and balls and between the three of them they set my capitulation. "Please Mistress, please?" I begged, tears dropping from my eyes. "What slut boy," Leila said, "please what?" "Please may I cum, please mistress please?" I was so desperate I would have sold my soul to the devil if they allowed me to cum. "What do you think Shelley?" Leila asked my mistress wife. "Have you learned, are you learning your lesson slut boy," Shelley asked me. "Yes mistress, yes, oh please mistress please please." "Okay Leila make him cum," Shelley told her, she gleamed her gorgeous eyes at me and nodded. I pumped gallons of cum all over. It fell to the floor in huge globs. The man behind me was still driving in and out of my ass, but I didn't care anymore. He could have fucked me for the rest of the day and I wouldn't have cared. I don't know if I fainted, or just went to sleep, but one time when I opened my eyes I was alone, they had gone, I forced my body to twist this way and that while I was still in the frame and the man who had black fucked me, he too was gone. I had no idea of time, I just hung there like a side of meat in a butches shop. The door to the house opened and Shelley came in, the sound it made forced me to jump in fear. "Well Jon, where do we stand, Hmmmm?" she said, "You may speak." "Mistress, I am your slut boy, your slave. I will obey you forever, but please don't leave me. My life will be worthless without you, and Mistress Leila," I added hastily. "If you ever disobey me or mistress Leila you will be punished far more severely than you have today, do you understand, there will be no second chances, got it?" "Yes mistress, I swear, I will never knowingly disobey, or give you reason to bring me back in here." I loved her so hard it pained my chest just to say these things to her. She amazingly released me from the frame and I sank to the floor. "Follow me," she said and turned on her heel, I hurried after her. I stopped dead in the kitchen. She pointed to a parcel on the table, go into the dining room and put these items on. I hadn't a clue as to what they were. I picked them up and dashed off. Was I in for a shock, in the parcel were clothes, women's clothes, and a pair of heels, about 3" ones! There was a very short skirt; in fact it looked more like a wide belt, a tiny tube top, a suspender belt and stockings, which was it. At least I thought, there's no bra and panties. I put them on and was very careful not to ladder the stockings. They were all my size, they had bought them for me. I was not only their slut boy, but I was being feminised too. An unexpected thrill trickled through me, I shivered from an unknown anticipation. 'All I need now is a wig!' I told myself, 'keep your mouth shut Jon!' I didn't know whether to leave the room or not. One was I felt embarrassed to be dressed like this and two, because I knew if I did the wrong thing I would get a slap for it. I waited, then one of them called me, I went to them. As soon as they saw me they broke into smiles. And this brought relief and pleasure to me, I had made them happy, 'no slaps today Jon.' "Bend over," Leila told me, I did as told, I saw her slink her way to me, 'god how beautiful can two women be in two completely different ways,' I asked myself. She hoisted my skirt, Shelley pushed me onto the back of the sofa and a dildo was pushed up my ass. I yelped in surprise, then a belt was fastened around me. It was a strap on dildo! Shelley pulled me upright, the look in her eye told me a slap was on its way. I cringed from it, but it never landed. She hooked her leg behind mine and I was on the floor with the two of them on top of me. Shelley got my dick and balls, Leila sat on my face, I heard her say, "I need to cum real bad Shell, real bad," she rode me like a horsewoman on a mission. Her fabulous pussy was sliding all over my upturned face, my tongue was as far out of my mouth as I could get it. I sucked, and licked, I tried to use my nose when possible. Then I was drenched in woman cum, it slithered all over me, I drank from the nectar of love all I could. Leila pressed herself hard down on me, her thighs and knees gripped me. I knew I had pleased her, I had made her cum really hard and long, her juices dripping down my face was testament to that. My prick was being mangled by my wife, I was rock solid, this was heaven, and these two angels were driving me around their own personal sanctuary of love. I was in now, all the way. I knew from now on I would care what they did to me, what they made me do. I was theirs, I was woman owned, a slut boy, their slut boy, skave, call it what you will, I was it! But I didn't cum, I had learned my lesson, or I was learning it. I know to cum brought me a nasty from them. I held off, it was really difficult, I thought of anything but what Shelley was doing, and then she dropped herself on me. Her hot pussy enveloped my cock, the feel of slick pussy drifting up and down my cock was more than I could bear. Two pumps up and down and I shot my gism, I pretended I hadn't, I just kept doing what I was doing, submitting and obeying. I lay under my wife, Leila still on my face, I felt fumbling around my waist. I couldn't tell but the leather belt was being put on me. Then my wrists were tied to me. I was helpless again. I felt Shelley cum, I knew that, I could feel her body's reaction, again I was pleased, I had to have made her happy. They got off me and left the room, I stayed on the floor wondering but knowing why I was leathered and tied again, I had cum without permission, if Shelley knew that, I was in trouble I was sure. I was, Shelley had felt it, and the evidence was there slipping out of her own very wet and slick pussy. They came back, no words were spoken, now I knew, I was dead meat! Shelley tied string around my balls, Leila fastened a collar and a dog lead around my neck. I was pulled into the garage, Leila completed my arrest, I was in the frame again, and my feet left the floor. "Please mistresses, may I speak?" I was dreading what ever it was they had planned. "No," Leila said, "you came without permission and we had explicitly warned you that if you disobeyed us again, punishment would be severe and swift." "I wanted to cry out, beg forgiveness, implore them, but I knew anything more out of me would only make matters worse. A ball gag was fitted, then they started on me, I was beaten about my body, they had a paddle in their hands, my ass got the most, my dick was hand slapped, my balls were squashed, my nipples had spring pegs attached. The dildo in my ass was worked furiously in and out. Leila grabbed me by the throat with two hands and squeezed, Shelley jacked me off, and guess what, yes again, my dick got hard, my breath was almost cut off, but my sensitivity to being jacked heightened. I managed to look down at my prick, it looked as if it was ready to burst, split apart, it was so hard, bright red, purple. Leila let go, and took the dildo out of my ass, I almost missed it until I was practically cleaved in two by another one, a big one, a real big one. It rammed me, my ass was on fire, all I could do was gurgle around the gag. Then I felt different movement, two big black hands encircled my waist, Leila and Shelley stepped away from me. They were watching my ultimate black cock rape. The man behind me was grunting as he forced more and more of his obviously big black cock into my unprotected defenceless ass. My toes were scraping the ground as I swung from the frame as he moved me about at will. My cock was sticking out from me, 'how could I still be hard when I'm being practically black gangbanged?' I wondered in my brutal attack. 'Because you like it you fucking idiot,' I said in my head. Another dark skinned man appeared in front of me, sat in a chair and started sucking my cock. I couldn't have thought it possible but I'm sure I got harder. He fondled my balls and sucked fiercely, I was rocking back and forth as the man behind me had his way. His forward push shoved my dick deeper into the mouth of the black guy sucking me off. My ass had to be split, bleeding, and it was going to be so very sore later. But my focus now on those thick black lips wrapped fantastically around my bell end. An Absolute Made Sub and Cuckold I wanted to cum badly, really badly, I looked at my mistresses with pleading in my eyes, 'I need to cum please mistresses please?' I was begging. All they did was raise an eye brow each, it was up to me but the consequences would be mine. They turned their backs to me and went back into the house. Now I was fucked, literally. I knew if I shot my load Shelley and Leila would make me suffer badly, I gritted my teeth as the two men did me. The guy in front leaned under and took my nuts, one at a time into his mouth and sucked and tongued, now I would defy anyone not to be turned on by this degradation, well if you were like me a turned man, into a now complete and utter faggot! "Come on baby," the man in front of me said as he slowly jacked my saliva soaked cock in his hand, he was gentle, cajoling, he tickled my balls. The guy behind me slowed and caressed my chest, biting my neck, nibbling me. "Come on," he repeated, "come for daddy baby, do it for your black daddy's, cum honey pie, our little slut boy, cum, cum, cum." He wrapped him mouth around me again and I shot my load, there was no way on earth I could hold back any longer. My hips rocked forward as far as I could get them and I shot load upon load into him, I was staring down at him so hard I thought my eye balls would pop out of my head. His fingers stroking my balls as he sucked on me, the cock in my ass drove me on to glory. I surrendered then, if I hadn't known what I had become, been turned into by my wife and Leila, I did now. I wanted to throw myself at their feet, beg forgiveness, beg them to love me, punish me any way they wanted to, and I knew that they would, but the real difference now was, I wanted it, and I needed it. Every time I had been allowed to cum, or made to cum superseded the last one, my balls were aching from my enormous explosive detonations as cum had seemed to blow a new path out of me. The man in front of me who had made me cum, stood on the high stool nearby and told me to suck him. "Suck your black masters cock slut boy, you know you have to, and now you know you want to don't you, do it!" It was a clear order. The guy behind me started fucking me again and he got his fingers wrapped around my balls and cock and began to work on me. I opened my mouth and took him in, the feeling of cock in my mouth made me gag. But I had no choice, and knowing me like I did now, I decided that sooner or later this would be the norm, I would accept it and I would like it. He held my head and face fucked me, but I did as I was told and sucked him, and I sucked hard, suddenly I wanted to do to him what he had done to me, make him cum. The guy behind me started grunting, he was going to cum in my ass. Unbelievably I pushed back at him, "Come on you black ass fucker cum in me, give me all you've got go on!" I babbled around the prick I was sucking, the smooth black skin of it was thrilling me inexplicably, and I could also feel the veins on my lips. The black curly nest that my nose brushed with every thrust from him tickled me to further and adding excitement. The guy came in my ass, I could feel the heat of his boiling hot cum as he flooded my bowels, I swear I felt my insides swelling as he dumped his humongous load in to me. I had pushed back all the way, and he was buried balls deep in me. Then the guy in front of me gripped my head tight and suddenly my mouth was filling with his hot thick cum as well, I swallowed and gargled, My ass pushed back, my head was now pushed forward to take him and all he had. I felt it sliding down my throat and it excited me unbelievably, I took all he had to give and never lost s drop, it was wonderfully unusual and so fantastic. I have never in my life ever contemplated what had happened to me this day. But my head told me I was made for this, made to be a cuckolded submissive to my beautiful blond and mistress wife, and my equally dark and beautiful mistress Leila. I was heading into a world of hurtful delicious submissiveness, and at times I knew, agony. But I revelled and rejoiced in the thought of it. I was going to give my life and soul to them, and pray to the Good Lord above that it would continue for ever. One year later. I am now a housewife, a true and complete submissive, a cuckol. I dress the way I am told, I have even been shopping dressed like a slut, and on my own on occasions. I get used and abused by my two mistresses; I am handed to other men and women, all of them black. The only white skin I am allowed to get close to is my Shelley, the light of my life, the love of my life. Leila loves me too and I love her. But when I annoy her, which is regular she gives me painful hell, and I love it. I deliberately do it sometimes just so they can punish me. I spend time in the frame at least once a week. I get fucked used and thrashed by whom ever they bring. Life is sublime bliss for me now, not one regret what so ever.