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Larry's Lost Manhood(fem/dom), Part Three
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Larry's Lost Manhood
Part III
Larry remembered that morning after his first anniversary his wife had called
his employer and told them that Larry was quitting to devote himself to her
and their marriage. From that day forward Larry became a house husband as
well as his wife slave.
During the day while his wife worked at her office, he was to cook, clean
house, wash cloths, etc, all the things customary done by female home-makers.
His wife/mistress had taken a week's vacation and he had a short but intensive
training course in becoming a home-maker. His development and further
indoctrination as a submissive slut occurred mostly after working hours and on
weekends.
Larry winched almost feeling the pain when he recalled the day that his
mistress arrived home early from work to find the house empty.
Her slave return home wearing male cloths instead of the dress he was suppose
to have on and he smelled of beer. His wife without delay marched the
surprised Larry to the bedroom. Shoving him onto the bed she ripped off his
cloths while she slapped his face many times as she screamed over and over
again.
"You dumb fucking slut! When will you learn! You're not a man anymore!"
She then entered the closet and returned with all his male cloths. Piling his
cloths next to him she handed him a pair of scissors and demanded that he cut
them up into little pieces.
She next tied Larry face down on the bed with his hands and feet securely
anchored to the corners. Pulling at his hips with her hands she commanded.
"Raise you hips Slave. I want to elevate you buttocks with this pillow. I am
going to punish you. Discipline you severely. I going to whip you ass.
You're not a man who goes drinking at the corner pub but my personal little
slut/slave and when I'm through with your ass, you'll never dare wear men's
cloths again or even think of leaving this house without my explicit
permission. Your bottom will look like chopped steak when I'm through beating
and lashing it you ignorant, empty-headed fucking little bitch."
Before the beating was over Larry buttocks and inner thighs were welted and
bleeding and he was begging a pleading for mercy and forgiveness from his
mistress. It took almost a month for his ass to heal up. This did not stop
his wife from purchasing the chastity belt that he now wears daily underneath
his feline apparel.
Larry focused his thought on his second anniversary it happen to fall on a
Saturday that year the second week in January. The alarm clock when off at
five thirty as usual. His sleepy mistress reach across his naked body and
shut it off. She groped around trying to find the key that would unlock her
slave from his nightly bondage.
Larry's feet were tied to the foot of the bed with a scarf and his wrists were
cuffed and padlock together, a long dog leash connecting them to the corner
post of the headrest. He awkwardly struggled to set up, unlocking his hands
he reached back and removed the strap holding the ball gag in his mouth.
Rubbing his sore mouth and jaw Larry untied his ankles.
"Thank you, mistress, for keeping me secure and protected during the night. I
love you more than life itself. Please allow me the privilege of serving you
today."
His mistress had instructed him to address her every morning in this manner.
Since their first anniversary he was bound to her bed with just enough slack
in the dog leash that if she desired he could wiggle and squirm down and get
between her thighs and satisfy her orally if that was her whim during the
night.
"You're welcome, slave. I love you too," she responded to his question
sleeply. "Did you sleep well, slave?"
"Very well mistress. May I please have permission to use the bathroom,
mistress?," he asked sweetly with a girlish voice.
"If you mean piss slave, Yes. But remember that slut/ladies like yourself
squat on the toilet when the pee, they down stand like at a men's urinal. And
don't be in there long, I don't you playing with the miserable teeny little
thing you call a cock. You have chores to do. Be quite in there and while
you're working, I'll be sleeping in until ten."
"Yes, mistress, thank you for allowing me to pee and I'll work very quitely."
Turning over and closing her drowsy eyes Larry's mistress commanded. "Wake me
at ten with a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and the morning paper.
Then you can prepare my breakfast. Now go make pee pee for your mistress like
a good little girl."
Larry hurried to the bathroom to relieve himself then return to his dresser to
prepare for the day. First he pulled out the leather chastity belt. As he
snapped the last self-clocking buckle into place he thought himself the
luckiest slave in the world for having such a beautiful and understanding
mistress. He felt loved and secure. A shiver went down his back as his
sensitive ass tried to accommodate to the cold, solid dildo now deep in his
bowels. He felt thankful that mistress had chosen a small training phallus to
snap to the crotch strap. His mistress was strict and sometimes harsh with
him but he knew she only punished and whipped him for her amusement and
enjoyment. These punishments and the discipline only served to make him a
better slave.
Larry next took out of the dresser a black lace bra and matching panties. He
easily reach behind his back and fastened the tiny hooks of the bra. He had
learned his lesson on dressing as a woman very well. He looked in the mirror
as he pulled the lace panties up over his freshly shaved legs. The sight
aroused him as well as the feeling of the silky material as it caressed the
cheeks of his buttocks. He suddenly felt the mounting pressure as his growing
penis pushed against the unyielding leather pouch restraining his stiffing
cock. His mistress had lined the inside of the pouch today with sand paper
and he knew that before long the head of his gland would be rubbed raw and he
would be in agonizing pain. Larry took a deep breath and tried to relax.
Expertly the slave pulled black fish-net stockings up each leg and fastened
them to the garters attached to the straps of the chastity belt that encircled
his upper thighs. Watching the transformation of himself in the mirror, Larry
became aroused again and had to stop for a moment until the pain from his
growing erection subsided a little.
Larry pulled the maid's uniform from the closet. The uniform was a sheer
black satin dress with a hemline that ended at mid thigh just below the tops
of the stocking tops. Sewn onto the front of the dress below the waste was a
dainty while lace apron. The feel of the fabric over his feminized body was
too much for the slave. Vainly. his cock attempted to thicken and rise inside
the restraining leather pouch. The combination of arousal and pain brought
him to his knees in lustful tear. He was hot and horny and needed to be fuck
like the slut he knew he had become. While his mistress continued to sleep
Larry's enslavement continued to grow in intensity.
Taking the list of chores from the dresser that his mistress required to be
done, Larry silently left the bedroom. After thoroughly cleaning and
scrubbing the bathroom, he did the kitchen, then dusted the furniture. At
precisely ten he woke his mistress from her morning slumber.
"Wake up, darling mistress. I love you," he spoke softly from the foot of the
bed as he held the juice and paper.
'Waking up, his wife yawned then sat up as she brushed her must-up hair out of
her eyes. She smiled at her slave as she stretched out her hand for the
orange juice. "Slave may approach his mistress," she spoke softly and
reassuringly.
Larry hastily knelt by the side of the bed and put the glass in her hand, them
submissively offer the newspaper with both hands.
"You may now prepare my breakfast," she ordered as she took the paper from his
hands.
"Yes mistress, right away. Is their anything special that you want this
morning?" Larry spoke bowing his head.
"I think a three minute egg, bacon and toast. Now go." she said as open the
paper.
Twenty minutes latter Larry return with a breakfast tray and again knelt
beside the bed.
"Have you completed all your chores, slave?" inquired his mistress.
"Yes, mistress everything has been done. The kitchen and bathroom are
spotless and all the furniture has been dusted and polished." Larry spoke
with pride in his girlish voice. He had learned to be an excellent home-maker
just as his wife/mistress had wanted.
"You are a very good little slave, and shall have a tiny reward," his mistress
spoke lovingly as she caress his hair. "Bring the pad and I will give you a
little of your favorite drink."
Obediently, Larry brought the thin rubber pad from the bathroom. He removed
the silk sheet covering his mistress then waited patiently as she worked her
negligee up under her breast. He then slid the pad under his wife's buttocks,
and upper thighs. Settling herself she spread her leg widely and nodded.
Larry crawled onto the bed and lowered his head between her spread thighs and
pressed his face into her soft fragrant crotch. His cock stiffen in its
leather pouch, sending waves of exotic pain throughout his body as his
excitement rose at the thought of what was about to happen.
On weekend's Larry's mistress had starting employing him as a toilet/slave.
She would empty her bladder into his mouth and when he had swallowed the urine
she would have him lick her clean with his tounge. At first he had been
disciplined frequently for letting some of her precious fluid escaped his
lips.
His mistress now felt that although her slave was humiliated and degraded when
required to drink her piss, she felt that he secretly desired the act because
now he seldom lost any of her pee. She ruled out the next logical step in
toilet training for she could not shit on any one not even her sissified/whip
husband. Everyone has to draw the line somewhere and this was her line.
Larry now loved this weekend practice and felt it was very appropriate that a
slave should only be allowed to consume drink after it had already been drunk.
Larry knew a slave's pleasure and release must never occur until after the
complete satisfaction of his mistress, and must always be accompanied by pain
and/or humiliation. What could be more humiliating that being made to drink
urine.
Larry particularly looked forward to drinking his wife's morning urine. He
had grown to love the taste and smell of his wife's urine and the way the
taste of her piss change and sweetened during the course of the day. He know
this change was caused by the sugar she consumed as she drank coffee, tea and
diet soft drink. But nothing could compare with the taste of strong morning
pee. Nothing could conceal the flavor and aroma of the hot fluid as it hit
the back of this mouth and poured down his throat and into his empty stomach.
Larry used the finger of both hands to spread and separate the lips of his
wife vagina. Closing his mouth over her urethra he sealed his lips tightly to
her, waiting for the flow to begin.
As his mistress took a bite of egg, she relaxed her bladder and let a warm
stream gush into her slave's eager mouth. She smiled as he squirmed and
moaned with pleasure. She had also come to enjoy these weekends and was
considering extending this delightful diversion to other days of the week.
She chewed a bite of toast. She knew that her slave had not climaxed for an
entire week and that he was beside himself with lust and desire for an orgasm.
She knew that when in this condition, he would become weaker and more
helplessly under her dominate spell with every degrading task she assigned
him.
She took a bite of bacon and let a long, warm gush of urine escape her
urethra. Her slave struggled to swallow it all without spilling a single drop
of her delicious pee. Larry's wife took a sip of coffee and smile again.
She thought about all the women she knew and all the women of the world. They
could all convert their men into toys for their own pleasure and amusement if
they only know how to harness their men's overpowering sexual need and
desires. She wondered how much one of her girlfriend or a rich woman would
pay for a man who was trained to greedily drink urine as his only reward for
providing her with hours or even days of submissive service and untold
pleasures.
For the final time she opened her bladder, this time allowing all of its
remaining contents to rush into her slave's mouth. She arched her hips up
slightly as he began licking her pussy lips. Her pink puckered asshole was
now directly in front of her slaves face and she gave a long morning fart.
Although she could not bring herself to shit in her slave's mouth. He was
definitely going to learn to worship her anus. She wanted to feel his lips
kissing and nibbling at the sensitive ring and then feel his tounge bathed and
probed her bottom hole.
As she finished her meal and read the paper her slave remained at the crotch
gently licking her labia lips praying that she would become aroused. He loved
his wife/mistress and desperately want to give her an orgasm to start the day
off. He wanted to kiss and caress her erect clitoris with his tongue and to
feel her titties and pull gently on her hard nipples as she shook in a climax
that he had produced in her, but it was not to be. His mistress finished her
meal and pulled his face from between her thighs.
"Get busy slave and do the dished. But first I'm going to bath so go draw me
a bubble bath. When you've finished the dishes come and help me dress."
Larry marvelled at his wife's beauty and elegance as she emerged from her
bath. After drying her he help her dress. She wore a black leather min-skirt
and ankle length spiked heel boots that emphasized her long slender legs. Her
while silk blouse fit loosely and contrasted with the skin-tight leather
skirt.
"Its our anniversary. Would you like to take your mistress shopping," she ask
as she sat at her vanity brushing her hair.
"Oh, yes mistress but I can't go in these cloths," eagerly replied her husband
who was still dressed in his feminine maid's uniform. He had not left the
house since the day his mistress forced him to cut up his male cloths.
"Oh, changing won't be necessary for you. You make a very pretty maid."
"But mistress ..." stammered Larry.
"There will no but mistresses', now let's go, the mall opened two hours ago
and the paper said they were having a gigantic sale today." Taking her
slave's arm, she led him to the garage.
Fear welled up in the slave. With each step toward the door leading to the
garage he became even more frightened. He began to beg and plead as tears
filled his eyes.
"Please, mistress. Please don't .... Pleaseeee!"
"Please what?" she responded innocently.
"Please don't make me go shopping dressed as a woman. Pleaseee!"
"But you make such a lovely woman. Your hair has grown long and your
beautiful nails match the color of your lipstick. You really do make a very
pretty female. Besides won't shopping be fun? You've lost thirty or forty
pounds in the last year and you could certainly use some new cloths. It will
just be two girls out shopping until they drop."
"Please, no." Larry sobbed.
"Oh, yes I insist. We might even meet someone we know? Perhaps Betty and
John you remember them don't you. Or that nice couple down the block Frank and
Edith. Don't you want to come out of the closet as they say and quit hiding
your little secret?"
"I'm so ashamed. Pleasee don't make me go like this," her slave whined.
"Don't whine, darling," she consoled. "We might even find us a man today. I
know you're always horny. Wouldn't you like to fuck by a man?" she giggled.
Larry began to cry and sob, "No! I only want you. I only want to please
you."
"Well, I need more than just you. I need a real man."
Larry's face flushed red as they entered the garage. His cock though was
rock-hard and causing him immense pain with in its leather prison. Larry at
that moment was very confused, how could he be so humiliated and embarrassed
and you so turned-on and aroused at the same time.
His mistress walk to the back of her BMW and open the trunk. "OK, my little
whimp/panty slave. This time I'll let you hide here in the trunk while I
shop. But think about what you'll be missing. All the beautiful dresses and
lingerie we could have tried on and bought. Now strip, take that dress off
and your panties, it's ten degrees outside today and I want you to suffer
while I'm shopping."
Thankful not to be publicly humiliated he quickly followed his mistress's
orders and crawled into the trunk and curled himself into a ball. His
mistress produced two pair of handcuffs. She pulled her slave's right arm
behind his back and cuffed it to his left ankle. She then pulled his left arm
back and cuffed it to his right ankle. Pulling out a wad of toilet paper from
her purse she stuffed as much as she could into Larry's mouth. She add ball
gag making it impossible for the paper to be spit out.
"That should hold you for awhile," she said cruelly pinching his ass. Turning
she walked to a garbage can in the corner of the garage. Pulling out a
plastic bag with fish scraps and rotting food, she returned and place it next
to Larry face. The smell was overpowering and Larry had to fight the urge to
vomit. He tried to move away from the foul smelling bag but the way he was
bound he couldn't escape the odious odor.
Laughing his mistress smirked, "you looked to comfortable, slave. Now you
will really suffer." Slowing closing the trunk she added. "You will be
cramped cold, and alone. In your misery, I want you to ask yourself if your
foolish pride is more important that obeying your mistress. Think about who
and what your are now. You are no better than that stinking bag of garbage
beside you! You should be honored to be my slave and act as my personal maid.
Think about how good it would have felt to walk in the warm stores with me,
smiling at people, and trying on clothes with me. I love you slave.
Remember, this is for you own good."
SLAM! Larry was now in total darkness. He heard the car start then begin to
move. The stench of the garbage was sickening to the bound slave. His arms
and back was beginning to ache. He lost track of time as he thought about his
wife's words. He felt the car stopping then the sound of the door slamming.
The toilet paper was disintegrating is his mouth, bits of it were going down
his throat every time he swallowed. His trouble mind reeled with thoughts as
he tried to sort out what was happening. He admitted to himself that
accompanying his wife in public as her feminized slave would allow him more
dignity than lying like a bag of garbage in the trunk of her car. He pictured
himself beside this attractive and elegant mistress, blinded by her radiant
beauty.
Slowly, a new realization came to Larry. He realized and understood that if
he truly gave himself to his mistress, he would not care how he was dressed or
what the reactions of other people would be. Yes! Now he realized his wife
was right when she told him that she was doing this for his own good.
After what seemed an eternity of waiting in the cramped, foul darkness, the
car started and began moving again. Later the trunk door opened and Larry was
back in the garage again.
His mistress unlocked her slave's cuffs and removed his gag. "Well, did my
little slave learn anything on our shopping trip?", she inquired.
"Yes, beautiful mistress," Larry quickly spoke swallowing the last of the
toilet paper. "I learned that the only important thing in my life is being
with you and pleasing you."
"Then what do you say, slave?", his mistress asked smiling, knowing that her
slave had taken another giant step in his development.
"Thank you, mistress. Thank you for teaching me an important lesson. If I
should falter in the future or displease you. Please punish and discipline me
so that I can learn to be a better slave. My only wish in life is to serve
and obey you, mistress."
"You're welcome, slave. Now take that awful smelling bag out of my car and
throw it back in the garbage can, then run into the house and meet me in the
bathroom. I need to urinate and its been several hours since you've tasted my
precious priceless pee. Now hurry!"
After swallowing the last drop of this wife's urine and tenderly cleaning her
vagina and anus with his tongue, Larry started to rise but his mistress kept
the almost nude slave between her thighs by locking her legs around his back
and hips. She commanded, "Down! You slut bitch. I didn't give you
permission to rise." She slid back on the toilet seat smiling as her slave
dropped back to his knees and bowed his head in submission.
"Did I taste sweet, my little slut," she ask as she caressed his still damp
lips with the tip of her finger.
"Oh, yes mistress. Your pee is delicious, it taste even better than that
expensive bottle of champagne we had on our wedding night."
"Good! I have decided that you will accompany me to the ladies room every
time I need to relieve myself and that includes when we're out in public.
Now kiss me I want to see if I cant taste myself."
Leaning forward she french kissed her slave for several moments. Breaking the
kiss she gasp, "You stink of garbage! You must bath we are going out to
dinner this evening." Reaching into her brasserie she handed Larry the key
to the chastity belt adding. "Clean your dildo before you shower."
She was pleased to see the her husband/slave was still erect and stiff when
he removed the leather prison from his body. She even heard the moan of
pleasure as he extracted the dildo from his ass. Her eyes sparkled in the
knowledge that what she had subjected him to excited and aroused her
slave/husband. She watched contentedly as he immediately began to clean the
smelly rod with his tongue and continued licking and sucking the instrument
until she took it from him saying.
"Be sure to used the depilatory, if I find one hair where it shouldn't be we
will stay home and I will punish you and there will NO ORGASM for you my
little slut/slave." She reached down and picked up the chastity belt and
left the bathroom.
Larry spend almost thirty minutes in the shower, the hot warm water soothed
his aching body. He felt refreshed now. Turning off the shower he turned on
the faucet and adjusted the temperature to its coldest. Lying down in the
tub he maneuvered himself until the cold water rushed over this genital
parts. He hope this would reduce his libido. His penis started to deflate
and shrink in size and the cold water lessened the pressure in this
testicles. He smiled at his ingenuity because now his sexual organs would
now fit more easily and with much less pain in the leather prison of the
chastity belt.
Drying himself Larry quickly returned to the bedroom. Setting on the bed he
started putting the chastity belt on again but stopped in horror. Attached
to the center strap was his discipline dildo. His wife had replaced the
normal training dildo with this much larger fake cock. His anus had stretch
considerably over the past year and could now easily accommodate being
penetrated by the training dildo.
The discipline dildo was over two full inches in diameter and was a perfect
replica of a real penis. The longest his mistress had forced him to wear it
was approximated twenty minutes. The agonizing pain, he remembered had been
excruciating and unbearable beyond belief. Its primary purpose, up to this
time, had been as an object of worship. Larry would be bound and tied in a
severe discipline position, kneeling or lying in front of this artificial
phallus. This realistic rod would be illuminated by a candle and often
suspended in such a way as to appear erect. Sometimes sticks of incenses
would burn beside the dildo as if it were a alter. Larry would spends hours
hypnotized by the beauty of the tool, and by the end of the session he would
be licking and kissing the shaft with devote reverence and praying to it for
his own sexual release.
Now, however he would be expected to wear the discipline dildo for an
extended period of time. Slowly Larry open the drawer of the nightstand and
removed the tube of K-Y jelly. Lying on his back, he lubricated the veined
shaft and the massive head of the dildo. Pulling his knees back to his chest
he lowered his gooey finger to his bottom. Slowly his finger circled his
tight pucker anal ring, massaging and preparing his hole. Picking up some
more goo from the dildo he eased his finger deep inside his rectum. The
finger felt cool and relieving to his hot, colonic tunnel. He twisted the
finger and pumped it in and out several times. His baby smooth buttocks
squirmed and twitched as a delicious feeling of arousal swept through his
bowel. He could feel his penis start to stiffen. He continued fingering his
asshole adding a second then a third finger trying to stretch and enlarge his
nether hole for penetration. The glistening dildo descended between his now
widely spread thighs, he was going to attempt to insert the discipline dildo
inside himself.
"Need some help?"
His wife had been casually watching her slave as she applied her make-up.
She rose and took the dildo from his hand. Pressing the sticky head of the
instrument firmly again the mouth of his anus she asked, "Ready?"
Tightly closing his eyes the slave whispered "Yes, I hope?," as he
anticipating the pain in which he would soon be immersed.
His wife waited. She allowed the tension and apprehension to build. Her
slave began to pant and his buttocks began to tighten and flex. With her
free hand his mistress gently stroked the insides of his thighs and then the
globes of his bottom wanting him to beg for penetration.
"Please, mistress. DO IT! Enter me! Pleaseeee enter me!" Larry pleaded.
His mistress mounted her slave and sat sideways on his chest. She firmly
clamped one hand over his mouth so his screams would be muffled. She then
rammed the huge tool to the hilt up his ass. His body bucked wildly as he
attempted to scream in pain, but his mistress rode him like a bucking wild
horse. Slowly his body went limp as he obeyed her commands.
"Relax, darling. Don't fight it. Accept it! The pain will pass. Relax I
say."
She snapped the straps of his chastity belt into their locks and rolled of
him.
Recovering from the initial pain, Larry looked over at his lovely wife. She
wore only a lacy powder-blue half-bra with matching silk panties, a blue
garter belt, and powder blue stockings. She looked so beautiful that he felt
completely unworthy of her.
Aroused and excited at subjecting her slave to the discipline dildo had
induced a desire in Larry's wife/mistress for a orgasm. Raising her legs
she quickly slipped her panties off her hips, up her thighs, and off her
legs. Tossing the damp panties on the floor she demanded.
"Slave, after you have pleased me with your tongue. I want you to wear the
pleasure harness and service me with my dildo."
Trembling with anticipation Larry crawled down the bed and knelt between his
love-goddess' legs. Tenderly he spread her velvet smooth thighs wider and
lowered his face. He paid homage to this mistress as he serviced her vagina
with his eager tongue. Soon, he lost himself in his wife's pleasure. Her
pleasure became his passion, as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper in her
hot wet pussy. The erotic rhythm of his thrusting tongue increased with the
tempo of his mistress bucking and weaving hips. As she travel closer to her
orgasm Larry had to pause more frequently to swallow her sweet nectar.
"Oh ... Oh ... Yes ... just a little more ... oh ... so ... close ... yes ...
oh yes ... Now! Now, goddam you! Suck my clitty ... Tongue, it! Faster
now! Yes!! .......... Ooooooh ......... Yessssssss ..."
Larry marvelled again at his wife's beauty and power. He loved the way she
commanded their love-making. He thought about how much he loved serving this
goddess.
Still breathing hard Larry's mistress want her cunt filled. Pushing his head
away from he soaking pussy she order. "Enter me now the dildo. Hurry!"
Larry opened the chest at the foot of the bed and pulled out the pleasure-
harness and his mistress' dildo. He had not been allowed to enter his wife
with his own penis since their first anniversary but instead filled her
womanly needs by wearing an artificial penis in a harness. A penis which
pleasure his wife, but never himself. Each time he strapped on the harness,
it reminded him that his own penis was not good enough for his wife. He
fumbled awkwardly with the straps.
"What's taking you so long, slave. You should be an expert at wearing that
thing by now. After all, its been a whole year since you've been a real
man," his mistress snapped in annoyance.
His cheeks burned as he pulled the straps around his waist and legs and
tightened the buckles. After apply a little K-Y to the head of the dildo he
knelt between his wife legs and slowly enter her slick fuck hole.
"Oh, that feels soooo ... good," his wife sighed. "Don't you wish it could
be your penis entering me?"
"Oh god yes, darling. Its been so long since I've been inside you with my
cock. Can I? Please!"
"You know you can't. Tell your mistress why you can never enter her with
your own little penis."
There was no response.
"Go on, tell your mistress. You know its good for you to say it out loud,"
she demanded.
"Its because I'm not man enough," Larry spoke softly.
"That's right. Your aren't man enough and you never will be. Tell me
again."
"I'm ...," Larry's voice broke into a sob. "I'm not man enough and I never
will be man enough."
"Ahhhhg .... Ooooooh ... " She exploded into orgasm, a deep satisfying
vaginal orgasm. Hearing her slave grovelling as he pumped the dildo into
her cunt had pushed over the top to a wonderful climax.
With the artificial phallus still buried deep inside his mistress, Larry held
her limp body close to his and gently stroked her soft skin. His own member
was numb from the relentless pressure of the leather chastity belt and his
ass felt as if it were being split in two by the discipline dildo buried deep
in his bowels. The two lovers fell asleep in each others arms, one
completely satisfied the other desperately wanting release.
The room was dark when Larry awoke to the gentle nudging of his wife.
"Lets get ready for dinner. Your cloths are laid out," his wife told him.
The slave's outfit consisted of a matching pink bra and garter belt, pink
panties adorned with white lace, pink stocking, pastel blue slacks, pastel
yellow blouse, and a pair of white open-toe sandals. He was shocked at what
she expected him to wear on their anniversary night out, but he head learned
his less in the truck of the car, and would not questions her judgement. She
knew what was best for him!
His wife slipped into a skin tight leather jump suit and red, knee-high
spike-heel boots. Her long blond hair flowed freely to her slender waist
accentuating her shapely rear end. Her mascara and make-up emphasized her
large expressive eyes, which shined with a mischievous sparkle. She looked
absolutely ravishing!
"You look beautiful, mistress," admired her horny slave.
"Thank you, slave. I doubt that you will forget tonight for a long time.
Are you read to go?"
"Yes! But what is going to happen tonight?" Larry asked with uncertainty in
his voice.
"Tonight, I will test you. I will test both your submissiveness and your
endurance to humiliation. If you pass your test, you will experience the
delights and rapture of a far higher degree of slavery. If you fail your
test you will no longer be allowed to be my slave. I demand a slave who will
totally submit, and I will accept nothing less than complete subservience
from a slave."
"I love you, mistress. I won't fail you," Larry spoke confidently.
"I'm sure you won't. I know that you are submissive by nature, and that the
more totally you give yourself to me the happier you become."
"I love you for being so understanding, mistress," Larry said as he lowered
his head.
She reached out and began to squeeze his nipples through the material of his
blouse. She squeezed them rhythmically then with a vice-like grip until he
gasped in pain. As she pinched, she continued to lovingly speak to her
slave.
"Yes slave, I do understand you. I understand you because I love you. It is
because of my love for you that I have planned this special evening. Now
lets go!"
Arm-in-arm, they walked to her car and drove to a plush restaurant. They
were seated in a secluded corner. The candle light flickered on their
crystal place-setting as the waitress approached with their cocktails.
As they sipped their drinks Larry's was torn between thoughts of desire for
his beautiful wife and thoughts of pain as his stretched anal opening fought
to either expel or swallow the discipline dildo buried in his ass. He also
thought how lucky he was being married to such a beautiful woman who
understood him so completely.
The pain in his body contrasted sharply with the tenderness with which his
mistress now spoke to him. He forgot about the day's sessions of
humiliation. He forgot that he was in public dressed like a feminine whimp
and did not notice the strange stares he was receiving from the waitress. He
almost even put from his mind the painful anal discipline he was now
experiencing.
"Ready to order?" The waitress spoke standing at their table looking to
Larry's wife for an answer.
"I'll have the prime rib, medium rare. I would like the salad, a baked
potato, and a glass of red wine."
"Thank you ma'am. And what will your friend have?" the waitress asked,
still not looking at Larry.
"This pathetic sissy whimp will have a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of water.
Believe me, he's not man enough for solid food."
Larry's face burned red with embarrassment, shame and humiliation. How could
his mistress turn on him like this after she had just been so sweet and
loving?
For the first time, the waitress looked directly at Larry. Intentionally the
corners of her mouth lifted into an amused sneer. Then she burst into
laughter, spun on her heels, and left.
"Why did you say those things?" the humiliated slave whispered to his
mistress after the laughing waitress had gone.
"How dare you question your mistress. You shall be punished for that
outburst. Put your hand on the table."
"What?" Larry responded not believing what she had ordered.
"Put you hand on the table, palm down," his mistress barked staring into his
fearful eyes.
"Why?" Larry ask, praying that this was some awful dream and his wife was
not really going to punish him in public.
"Because I said to, put your hand on the table. NOW! Or you punishment will
be a hundred-fold worse," commanded his mistress.
Her tone of voice was harsh and demanding and the commands she had give had
carried beyond their table. Several other couples were discreetly observing
the scene to see what would happen next.
Obediently, Larry place his hand flat on the white table cloth, palm down.
"Now if you don't obey me by doing precisely what I say, your punishment will
be much worse. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," Larry weakly replied.
"Then tell me why you must be punished."
"I must be punished because I questioned my mistress."
"That's right, slave. Now I want you to quitely say you're sorry while I
punish you, and I don't want you to stop saying it until your punishment is
over. And I want you to say it just loud enough that those people pretending
not to be watching at the nearby tables can hear you. Do you understand?"
Bowing his head Larry responded "Yes, mistress. I understand. I love you."
"I know you do, slave. I know you do." As she spoke those words she picked
up a fork and began pressing the prongs into her slaves' skin on the back of
his hand.
"I don't hear you, slave," she whispered.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Larry began repeating over and over.
His mistress continued pressing the prongs deeper and deeper into his skin.
A trickle of red blood ran from Larry's broken skin. Finally the pain was to
intense and he whimpered "Please stop now, I'm sorry."
"Say it louder, slave. So all the people here know what a pathetic whimp you
are."
The pain in his hand was incredible. As he prayed that his mistress would
stop this public torture and humiliation, his penis thickened and stiffened
straining against its leather cage. With sweat breaking out on his forehead
Larry pleaded in a louder voice.
"I'm sorry mistress. Please forgive me."
"Now beg in your little girl's voice. Beg for me to stop," his wife now
taunted.
"Please stop. I'm sorry. Pleassee ..." whined the slave in his sissy voice.
"Look at the other tables. What are they looking at?" questioned his
mistress without relieving the pressure of the fork.
Through bleary eyes Larry glanced around the candle-lit restaurant. People
were indeed watching him. They were smiling mockingly and whispering to each
other. When his gaze met their's they would quickly look away.
"Now you're making too much noise!" scolded his wife. "You're disturbing the
restaurant's other guests. They're watching you. Put your thumb in you
mouth and suck on it!"
Larry gasp in horror.
His wife pushed the fork deeper into his hand and began to rock it back and
forth.
Excruciating pain shot throughout Larry's body. He raised his hand to his
mouth and slowly inserted his thumb.
His mistress smiled in satisfaction as she watched her slave once again
submit to her dominance.
"Now pretend you thumb is a penis and suck it. Show all these people what a
thumb-sucking whore you are."
Obediently the humiliated slave started moving his finger in and out of his
mouth in slow erotic strokes. Tightly closing his eyes he performed this
oral act before a restaurant full of disbelieving customer. He was soon lost
in sweet, sexual bliss, performing a public blow-job on an imaginary penis,
publicly humiliating himself out of love and submission to his mistress.
"Your dinners."
The waitress' sudden voice startled Larry into reality, he opened his eyes
and sheepishly withdrew his wet finger from his mouth.
"May I get you anything else?" the cute waitress inquired looking at Larry
with contempt.
"No everything looks fine," responded his wife.
As Larry ate the steaming oatmeal with his spoon, he could not help to smell
the delicious aroma of his wife's prime rib dinner. He inhaled deeply with
an inner hunger but dared not ask that it be fulfilled.
After dinner as his mistress drove through the city, Larry cuddled close
beside her in the middle of the front seat. The pain of the discipline dildo
in his bowels had faded into a dull, throbbing body-ache. As they drove his
mistress allowed him to run his hands up and down the skin-tight leather legs
of her jump suit. He was filled with ecstasy. He felt so fortunate to
serve such a sexy beautiful woman. He felt a part of her, an extension of
her body, trained and disciplined to serve and pleasure her at her whim.
She pulled into a darkened parking lot. She and her slave walked together
into a smoke-filled club. She led Larry to a table next to the dance floor
and seated herself across from him. They watched the couples dancing.
Larry felt insecure and uncomfortable, he notice two men at the bar lustfully
eyeing his wife. The two men glared at Larry then burst into laughter. One
stood up and walked up to his mistress and whispered something in her ear.
She smiled, stood up and took the man's hand and went to the dance floor.
The music was slow and sensual as Larry for the first time watched his wife
cling to another man.
Larry watched from his table and burned with jealousy and humiliation as man
after man danced with his wife. He watched other men handle and fondle his
wife as she encourage more. He watched them kiss her on the mouth as she
opened her lips wider to receive their tongues. He watched them kiss her on
her neck as she rolled back her head to allow them access to her breasts. He
watched them run their hands up and own her smooth, leathered ass as she
ground her pelvis tightly into their crotch in a slow, sensual, circular
motion.
The music stopped. The band was taking a break. His wife returned to the
table.
"Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" she asked in a sarcastic voice.
Larry could not hide his jealousy as he retorted "I can tell you are, slut."
SMACK "How dare you talk to your mistress like that," she screamed as she
slapped him hard across the face. "I thought you had learned your lesson in
the restaurant. Well, apparently you haven't. Get your thumb back into your
mouth."
"But mistress ..."
"Get it into your mouth now and keep it there until I say you can take it
out."
Slowly Larry raised his hand and inserted his thumb in his mouth. It was
even more humiliating now because it felt as if the whole bar was watching
him. People sitting nearby snickered as they watched the unfolding drama.
Soon the whole bar was filled with mocking laughter. Larry's wife slipped
away from the table and left her slave to suffer his shame and humiliation
alone.
He began to tremble, which brought more laughter. He fought back his tears.
He was alone, without dignity, without pride, without masculinity. He sat
alone before the crowd, sucking his thumb, wearing feminine cloths, split in
two by a massive dildo embedded in his ass, as tears streamed down his face.
After what seem like an eternity of horror, the band returned and began their
next set. Couples began to fill the dance floor. His wife walked up to the
table where Larry sat arm-in-arm with another man. She turned and french
kiss this stranger. Ending their passionate kiss, his wife gently squeezed
the bulge in the man's crotch saying. "Get my coat baby, I'll meet you up
front."
As the man left his mistress handed Larry the car keys saying. "My new friend
and I are going to his apartment now. You will need to drive yourself home.
When you get home you may take your thumb from you mouth, strip to your
chastity belt, stocking and bra, and then lock yourself down for the night."
Unable to speak with the thumb in his mouth, Larry was only able to moan.
"Tonight when I return home. I shall have been please for the first time in
a year by an unbroken man. As you lie tied in bed waiting for me, I want
you to think about what he and I will be doing. I want you to picture him
shoving his big prick in and out of my sweet pussy. I want you to imagine
the expression on his face when I go down on him and suck his big hard cock.
Try to remember how good it used to feel to you when we made love that way."
She turned and joined her male friend at the door and let the bar.
Larry quickly rose and also left to drive home alone to an empty house.
Somberly he striped off his feminine cloths and lay down in the bed. First,
he tightly secured his ankles to the foot of the bed with the silk scarf, and
the snapped his wrists into the handcuffs attached to the end of the dog
leash secured to the headboard.
His balls ached inside their leather cage. The dildo held tight in his anus
by the crotch strap of the chastity belt needed re-lubricating with K-Y and
was beginning to rub his ass hole raw. Desperately needing his mistress
he drifted off to sleep with imagines of her being fucking by her new lover.
Larry woke to the opening of the bedroom door and the soft, low voice of his
wife. She walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed beside her
slave.
"Did you have a good rest?"
"No mistress. I've missed you."
She smelled of sex, cigarettes and alcohol. Her muscles were relaxed and
there was a satisfied dreamy look in her eyes.
With one hand she unzipped her jump suit down to her crotch, and with the
other she stroked and caressed the silky material of the stockings encasing
her slave's legs.
Larry squirmed with pleasure at her touch.
"What does my little slave want?" she cooed seductively.
"I want you. I want to please you," Larry gasp out.
She stood, peeled off her jump suit and sat again beside her bound slave.
Lightly stroking the slave's femininzed legs she continued speaking.
"You want to please me, do you! But I've already been pleased. By another
man."
"Please, mistress. I need you so bad," Larry began to sob and beg.
"Yes, I know you do," she replied as if talking to a small helpless child,
while rising to stand beside the bed. She removed her blue silk panties and
held the cotton crotch inner lining to her slave's nose.
They were damp and sticky and Larry breathed deeply of the strong aromas
which he knew could only have been produced after an evening of delightful
sexual pleasure.
"Oooooh....," he moaned.
"Yes, slave, You mistress knows what you need."
She touched the wet crotch to her slave's lips.
"Lick, slave. Lick the cum of a man who satisfied me. Lick the cum of a man
who filled a need in me that you can never fill. Lick his cum, slave."
Larry obeyed. He gave his soul, without reservation, to both his unfaithful
wife and her new lover. No room for jealousy remained as lust swept thought
over him like a wild-fire burning out of control.
Smiling at her triumph, his beautiful, naked mistress removed the panties
from her bound slave's mouth and held them tightly over his nose again so
that with each breath he inhaled the smell of her cunt mingled with the musky
aroma of another man's sex. As Larry shuddered and shook his mistress
declared.
"Yes my little slut, I know what you need."
She then mounted her slave and pressed her wet, hot vagina to his mouth,
letting him suck her lover's slimy cum from her steaming cunt.
Wave's of pleasure swept through her body as she bucked her hips in repeated
orgasms. Each climax opened and closed her fuck hole and allowed another
trickle of her lover's thick cream to find its way into her slave's mouth.
Larry's tongue worked in frenzy as he licked the walls of his wife pussy.
His face was drenched but he franticly slurped down the bitter-sweet mixture
of his wife's love-juices and her lover's sperm. The horny slave kept his
face buried deep in his beloved mistress' crotch trying no to miss a single
drop of what she was giving him.
"Oh, yes, baby. That's it! Move your tongue faster. Go deeper. Yes!
Harder. Harder! Don't stop now. Don't you dare stop! Tongue my pussy,
slut. Yes ... Faster! Oh ... Oh ... Ooooooh ... Aaaaahg ..."
His mistress slumped over as her body shivered and shook with yet another
orgasm. Gradually her breathing slowed and she slipped down beside her slave
and cradled his head against her damp naked bosom. She lay there contented
and relaxed, emotionally and physically she had been satisfied.
Her soft breasts felt cool and soothing to Larry's flushed and burning cheek.
He was afraid to move. Afraid to disturb or displease his wife. Afraid that
any hope of finding his own sexual release would be frustrated if made his
mistress angry.
Twenty minutes passes. She shifted her weight. Opening her eye's, his
mistress asked Larry. "Did you enjoy our second anniversary, darling."
"I didn't get to cum. I need to cum so badly," Larry started to cry and
press his face to her breasts.
"And how does my slave need to cum?"
"I need to be entered," her slave sobbed.
Dreamily she rolled away from her slave and freed him of his handcuffs and
ankle restraints.
"The get me the love-harness, little one."
Obediently Larry rushed to the toy-chest and pulled out her leather harness
and the dildo she used to fuck his ass with. His hands trembled, he was
finally going to be allowed to have an orgasm. He felt his own penis
straining against the restraining leather of his chastity belt.
Standing beside the bed his mistress snapped with impatience "Well, what are
you waiting for? Don't you want to cum?"
Rushing to his wife Larry quickly fell to his knees declaring. "Oh yes,
mistress. I do want to cum. I need to cum. I need you to enter me."
As he spoke Larry hastened to attach the belt around his wife shapely hips,
then gently pulled the strap between her slender thighs an fastened it in the
front. The dildo now jutted from her crotch and looked to Larry like an
real penis. He kiss it's mushroom shaped head then knelt on the bed with his
ass high, his legs spread widely apart and his face buried deep in a pillow.
He ached to forget the humiliation of this day and release his tortured soul
to his mistress in orgasm.
Smiling at her slave's eagerness for anal intercourse pleased Larry's wife
but she wanted to see him suffer a little more. Scraping her nails across
the fading welts on his buttocks she announced.
"No doggie style fucking tonight, I want you on your back slave. You will be
entered like a woman in the missionary position. But first you must be
restrained."
Silently Larry turned over and offered no resistance as his mistress tied
each wrist with scarfs to the opposite corner-posts of the headrest of the
bed. He pulled his knees back toward his chest anxious to be fucked. His
mistress giggled as she bent his legs further back and secured each ankle to
his outstretched wrists.
The helpless slave was now severely bent at the waist, his leather encased
crotch directly above his face and his grotesquely stretched anus, still
holding the oversize discipline dildo which now was pointed at the ceiling.
Taking the key she unlocked each of the straps and tugged the chastity belt
from her slave, leaving the dildo inside his ass.
"Ooooh ... " moaned the slave in relief as the leather prison slipped from
his aching, tight balls and erect cock. The dildo began easing itself from
his body.
"If you let the disciple dildo slip from you ass before I take it out of you,
you won't know what its like to cum again in your life time, slut," declared
his mistress.
Larry's buttocks tighten instantly, his anal muscles griping and straining to
hold the dildo inside his bowels. His bluish-red cock throbbed just a few
inches from his mouth. The swollen purple head oozed with clear pre-cum
which dripped like long, transparent threads onto his face.
His mistress was delighted when he strained his neck to try and stroke the
tip of his own cock with his tongue. Pulling the deeply encased dildo from
his stretched and tortured colonic tunnel she pressed the smelly stained
dildo to his lips.
"Suck on this, slut!" she laughed sarcastically.
The slave eagerly licked and sucked as his wife slowly fucked his mouth.
When it was clean and shinning with saliva she abruptly stopped and set the
hard penis shaped phallus aside.
Larry excitement grew as his wife knelt on her knees at this ass. He
strained his neck to see her and shivered with anticipation as his gazed
fixed on the life-like cock standing proudly upward from her crotch. He felt
the tip of the dildo lightly touch his anus. He tremble as she applied K-Y
and slowly caressed his loose sphincter muscle with the slimy head of the
realistic penis.
"What does my slut/slave need." She loved to hear her slave beg for his
humiliation. I seemed the more she dominated him, the more she enjoyed
exercising her power and control.
"I need to be entered," Larry responded with desperation.
She slid the tip of the tool into his anus just enough to open the muscle and
hint at the pleasures to come.
"Tell me about how much you enjoyed and needed this day. Start with this
morning and tell me everything."
Larry obeyed. He told how much he enjoyed getting up early and dressing in
his maid uniform. He thanked his mistress for the list of chores. He
explained how much he enjoyed serving her and how he had learned why it was
important to be humiliated in public to be a better slave.
As he talked, his mistress eased the dildo in and out of his anus in a slow
controlled fuck. Carefully watching his bodily responses so that he would
not climax before she wanted him to, she kept him on the verge of orgasm in a
continually aroused state as he thanked her for the events of the day.
When he began recounting the details of their dinner out and dancing, she had
to almost stop moving the dildo altogether in order to keep him from cuming.
After he finished thanking her for their date and all the events that
followed, she told him to put his thumb in his mouth.
"Put you thumb in your mouth slut and think about your humiliation. Picture
yourself again in the restaurant and the club. Picture your shame and
humiliation as all those people were laughing at you for being such a sissy
whimp."
As Larry sucked on his thumb remembering those events, his mistress continued
pumping the plastic shaft in and out of his rectum with measured precision,
controlling his degree of arousal so that the length of the fuck would be
prolonged.
"Now picture your wife being fucked by another man. By a real man. By a man
who can fill her desires and needs with his warm hard cock."
Larry moaned deeply and sucked desperately on his thumb as his mind exploded
with the imagines of what his wife words.
"You are a slave, not a man. Your role is to serve me. Tell me now what you
are."
With his thumb still in his mouth Larry began mumbling over and over, "I'm a
slave ... not a man. I'm a slave ... not a man."
Larry's mistress began long, steady strokes and did not stop this time when
her slave approached his climax. He began to shaking with pre-climax
tremors.
"Now pretend your thumb is my lover's penis. Show me how you would give
pleasure to my lover. Show me what a good cock-sucker you could be."
Larry's ecstasy mounted with each of his wife's pelvic thrusts. She was
driving each stroke as deep as possible. The words of self-humiliations
still poured from his lips as he fantasized pleasuring his wife's lover. IT
TOOK PAIN AND HUMILIATION TO BRING THIS SPECIAL JOY?. Now, his reward was so
indescribably beautiful! WHAT EUPHORIC AND INTOXICATING EMOTIONS!
Tears of intense pleasure and love for his mistress ran down his burning
cheeks as a deep calm came over his trembling body. Then suddenly, the calm
was replaced by a mind-shattering orgasm which ripped thorough his body. It
was the most intense he had every experienced.
His mistress grabbed his pulsing cock and pointed it a his mouth and with
steady pressure, pushed his legs and buttocks forward and down until the
entire head of his penis was inside his mouth. Glob after glob of cum
spurted from his cock directly into his mouth. The delirious slave swallowed
every drop and tried to suck out more of his own precious seed.
After Larry had sucked and slurped the last drop of sperm from his shrunken
member, his mistress pulled the dildo out of her slave and untied him.
Pulling his head down to her crotch she inserted the dildo she still wore
into his mouth and cradled her exhausted slave's head. He fell asleep,
dildo between his lips, warm and safe in his mistress' arms.
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