The Turning - Part 1

On arriving home one afternoon from a particularly difficult day at the office I dragged my feet up the broad brick steps leading to the stained glass paneled double front door. I had called before leaving work, as my wife, Emma, appreciates having an approximate idea of my arrival time, for planning meals, etc. I tried the handle and was surprised to find it was locked. As I fumbled through my pockets for the keys, the door swung open to reveal Emma, clad in some type of studded leather outfit. Her breasts were bare, and crossed with leather straps; the bottom of the outfit was a thong, and she was holding a riding crop in her right hand. This last item she placed under my chin, arresting my progress through the door, and said "Hello darling, and congratulations. Your favorite fantasy is coming true today!"

Her auburn locks slithered across the leather straps of her dominatrix outfit as she laughingly shook her upraised head. She grasped my tie with her free hand, executed a sinuous pirouette and moved through the house towing me by the cravat. The staccato of her stiletto-ensconced heels seemed to echo from the cathedral ceiling and walls as she strutted provocatively through the portrait-lined atrium, into the parquet floored great room and toward the bedroom. Her feet fell perfectly in front of each other, creating a most pleasant and fascinating pendulum effect, giving new meaning to the phrase "backfield in motion".

"What fantasy are you... " I began, but was cut off. "Don’t worry dear, I have everything well in hand" she continued. She stopped at the side of our bed. The down comforter was pushed off the other side of the bed. The red and gold brocade duvet cover was pulled back all the way to the floor, and there was a box in the center of the blood-red satin sheet. She nodded her head toward the box and said "Go ahead and open your gift!" I reached out to pick up the box, choking slightly as her grip on my tie gave barely enough leeway to follow her directions.

Several months before my wife had expressed her desire that I avoid any type of sexual release that didn’t involve her. I responded by ordering a chastity device and revealing it to her, locked and in place, one night in bed together. I reminded her of the fact that it was her wish to be in control of my sexuality. At the time she appeared slightly embarrassed, and said that this was definitely not what she had in mind. I discarded the device, thinking that I had misread her intentions, a shortcoming that I’m sure all husbands can identify with at some point.

I was stunned, rendered speechless to find a chastity device inside, identical to the one she had rejected previously. There was something underneath, but the transparent plastic cage seemed to glow with an illumination all it’s own as I stared. She ran the crop over my chest in an exceedingly seductive manner. "Try it on for me now. Please!" And when I appeared hesitant, she glanced down and said demurely, "I’ll tie you up." That convinced me. I hurried and put it on. I had to hurry if I was to don this apparel; the situation was promising to turn that into a difficult proposition as my interest spread to lower regions.

I unbuckled my belt and dropped slacks and briefs down to my knees. The predicament was embarrassing enough to keep the pertinent member flaccid while I worked the ring around the base of my genitals. First the cock then, one at a time, the balls. When that was secured I pushed my retracting helmet as deep as possible into the front part of the cage. It was shrinking from the task as if to try to escape the indignity. I slid the interlocking pins into the proper holes, and then snapped the lock into place. I looked for keys for the lock, but didn’t see any in the box. I assumed Emma must have them in a secure place.

Emma cupped the cage and its contents easily with one hand, then lifted the package, stretching me toward the ceiling and onto my toes. She held the tension for what felt like minutes, but I’m sure was seconds, then she released the pressure, allowing me to drop to my heels again. She repeated the motion several times in rhythm with swats to my bared backside with the crop. My undersized prick swelled to fill the limits of the tiny cage, and then throbbed to her rough ministrations. The fact that my attributes were routinely shaved, and the ease with which she wrapped her hand around them, emphasized the pre-pubescent nature of their appearance.

"Why don’t you finish stripping while I hang on to these little jewels" she suggested. She squeezed me tightly and chuckled in amusement while I danced from one foot to the other, kicking off clothes and shoes while trying to minimize the pulling and the pain. Once I was completely naked, she motioned once again toward the box. "Pick up the next item, and put it on."

I reached into the box and found a black satin blindfold, like the ones worn by people whose sleep is disturbed by the light. I slipped it onto my face and adjusted it until there was no hint of light around the edges. Emma put down the crop and released her hold on me as she smoothed the blindfold, making sure it was secure and in place. "I’ll help with the next part" she said, and I heard some slithering of material as she retrieved the next item. "Put your hands down beside your thighs."

I was startled by the ripping sound of Velcro, and then I felt a thick band placed snugly around my right thigh at wrist level, just below my crotch. After it was secure, a joining band was placed around my wrist, trapping my arm and hand at my side. The performance was repeated for my left side. I jumped as my caged genitals were roughly grabbed again, and the lifting and releasing, and swats with the crop, were repeated.

Then my makeshift leash was pulled sharply forward, causing me to stumble several steps. I stopped suddenly as my slightly open mouth met Emma’s. Without the distractions of sight I was more aware of the soft musk of a perfume, different from any I remembered her using in the past. Before there was time to react, her firm and probing tongue forced its way into my mouth, lashing the cavity as if staking a claim to the orifice. She released her hold on my groin, only to move both hands to my nipples, where they began to stroke, flick and pinch lightly.

"You always said that I could make you do anything by playing with these" she began, "and today I intend to prove just that. Let’s begin with something to set the right tone for this experience." She released my nipples, and I felt the riding crop on my shoulder. She pressed down, "Bend over just a bit - there that’s perfect." I felt something brush against my tongue and she said "Now start sucking." I opened my mouth to accept the invading body part, and felt the familiar contour of a generous nipple.

I worked feverishly to please her, licking and sucking until that one was yanked out of my mouth with a loud sucking sound and replaced with the other. I serviced her nipples obediently for a time; she always did favor that particular sensation. Then I felt the crop again, "Kneel down." I did so and then felt my face pressed to her soft abdomen. I felt my lips against her belly button, and was told to try to get my tongue inside. I licked and thrust my tongue into the opening until I felt the crop again.

"Down further," she said as she pushed until I was down far enough. I felt the tickle of soft downy hair against my lips, and then my face was pulled into her moist, fragrant copse until my lips found hers again. "Now show me how much you like this," she demanded as she ground herself against my face. I licked her until she was slick, then explored her with my tongue. I found her button, and heard her breathing turn a bit ragged as I suckled and nipped at it. I dipped my tongue as deeply as I could inside her, delighting in the taste of her slippery cream, then resumed sucking her clit.

She stopped me far too soon, with a breathy promise, "That’s enough. There’ll be plenty of time for more of that later." She pushed again with the crop, and my buttocks were resting on my heels with my head bent forward. I felt thicker skin, rougher against my lips, and she said "Kiss my knees; lick and suck them until I stop you." I did as she commanded, relishing the taste and feel of her flesh against my lips and tongue. After a few minutes she stopped me and I felt the crop again. "Now my feet and toes need attention."

I started with gentle kisses to the tops of her feet, then allowing my tongue to slip between my lips and caress her arches. I licked and sucked around her ankles, then sent my tongue between each of her toes. She giggled, pleased at my enjoyment, and lifted her great toes one at a time for me to suck. I licked and sucked them as if my life depended on it, as if I drew my sole nourishment from her toes. Finally she ended it: "That tickles; now stop!"

I felt her slip something around my neck; it felt like my tie as she sawed it back and forth. "Now this should really help to put you in your place. You know how you sometimes get carried away while eating my snatch, and start working on my taint, and then trying to lubricate and open my little puckered back door with your tongue. I know you do it with the idea of slipping something else into that orifice, although you haven’t managed to make it that far. I have grown fond of the feeling, however, and right now I think you need to spend a little time kissing... my ass." As she finished this little speech, she pulled tightly on the tie, drawing my face forward to slide between her cheeks, and pressing my lips against her muscular sphincter.

I started by kissing the opening with my lips as best I could with the pressure from the tie. Before long she was encouraging me "Now lick it. Umm, that’s nice... up and down... now around in circles... now French it, stick your tongue inside... harder, harder... Kiss my ass; kiss my fucking ass you little whore!" I managed to slip my tongue inside as I felt her passage open. I knew she must have been bearing down to achieve this; she never opened up when I tried this before. I licked thoroughly around the entrance, then began to fuck her ass, slipping my tongue as deeply as I could in and out.

She kept up the commentary, giving directions and badgering me as I kissed her ass. "Lick my asshole; kiss it you ass-sucking slut. Ooh, I think it’s more arousing when I call you names! Let’s see... your mouth and tongue are covered in woman juices, and your cock is in a tiny cage no bigger than a large clit. So... cunt-mouth whore... little pussy face... ass licker... sucking slut... dickless little bitch... Ooh that’s really a turn on for me, how about you?" Strangely enough, the commands and names did have an arousing effect on me. Finally she had enough, or got too close to finishing, and she released the tie and turned around.

She pinched my nipples and lifted, guiding me back to my feet. She used the cock cage to turn me around and position me, then pushed me onto my back on the bed. She used the riding crop freely and issued terse demanding orders to encourage me to turn around until I was supine with my head resting on the near edge of the bed. "I think we’ve established a good mind set here, now it’s time for you to go to work." Then I felt the bed shifting as she climbed on.

My head was lifted, and a pillow put underneath. "There, that looks about right for what I have in mind" she said. I felt her legs move to each side of my shoulders, and the tickle of soft curly hair against my lips. She continued, "I want you to be enthusiastic; kiss, lick and suck like never before! Now open your mouth and put out your tongue." I did so, and she lowered her sweet, delicate lips to mine, gently at first, with a slow back and forth rhythm. My tongue bathed her inner lips until they were slick and moist, then moved to her outer lips, saturating the fine growth of her bush. I took her outer lips between my lips and nibbled at them. Then I did the same with her inner lips, finally sucking them into my mouth as far as I could.

I circled my tongue around her clit, and sucked on it for a while, then I slipped my tongue as deeply as possible into her. She held still for a few moments, then as I moved back to suck her clit she plunged down onto my face and started riding me. I could barely keep up as her pussy swallowed my nose from my upper lip to my eyebrows. I fluttered my tongue against her clit as she ground her twat into my face. She kept this up for about five minutes, altering her rhythm occasionally, before slowing to a stop.

She lifted up; I gasped air into my lungs. Breathing heavily, she said: "I didn’t mean to get carried away; I wanted you to get me nice and wet for my new toy. You know how I’ve enjoyed the latex one with the rabbit ears, but this one is more realistic. It’s made of synthetic skin, and it’s... bigger. I have been looking forward to springing it on you, and tonight I’m going to fuck myself with it while you suck my clit. It can also be used as a strap on... " she continued mysteriously. Then she turned around and sat on my chest.

"I call it Harry, it helps with the fantasizing. I’ll need you to help get it ready for me, like you do with the other toy, just get it wet a bit with your mouth." I felt something brush my lips, and put out my tongue to get the tip wet. It was soft and yielding, different than the latex type. As my tongue bathed the helmet I could tell it was a good deal larger than the other toy as well. She stroked my nipple with one hand while holding the cock with the other, causing the usual arousal for me. I could no more disobey her while she played with my nipples than I could fly by flapping my arms.

For some reason she always liked the sight of my mouth around her dildo, and I could hear the difference in her voice as she gave me directions. "Oh, that’s nice, now take the head in your mouth and suck it for me... hmmm, you do that so well. Now lick the shaft... up and down... both sides, get it nice and wet and slippery for me. Now open up and suck it some more... that’s it my little... dildo sucker... my little cocksucker... I bet my toy likes that, don’t you... (slight pause)... oh yes, Harry says it feels really good... (another pause)... Harry says you’re a natural born cocksucker."

The dildo was pulled from my mouth, and Emma lifted up and turned around again. She adjusted her knees and hips until her clit rested lightly against my lips. I could feel the shaft of the dildo as it slid along my face and entered her pussy. I felt a slight pop as the large head was forced inside and then the long smooth motion as the shaft followed, burying itself into her. I began to lick and suck her clit as she fucked herself with the toy.

At first the strokes were nice and slow, but the pace built quickly as she became more excited and vocal. "Oh my god... that is so big, so thick and so long. I haven’t been stretched like that in... how long have we been together dear, ten years? Don’t you stop sucking me, you little cocksucking bitch. And Harry; oh God, fuck me harder, harder... faster... faster." Soon she began a moaning that built and built, and climaxed in a shrill scream as she ground herself into my mouth and back against the cock. "Oh, God, yes, Harry!"

I froze with my lips pursed around her clit, with a slight suction as she finished and caught her breath. The she slowly moved forward, pulling herself from my mouth with a soft smack. She let the dildo fall to my face as it was withdrawn from her, spreading her juices across my forehead. Then it was lifted up as she positioned herself over my face again. "I want you to lick my pussy clean; lick and suck me until you’ve cleaned me up properly." She ran her fingers across my nipples as I did what she asked, lapping up and swallowing her thick secretions, copious from her extreme arousal.

When at last she was satisfied she gave a small sigh and shifted off my face, turning around to straddle my midsection. She teased my nipples with one hand and gave me another task. "Now I want you to clean off my toy; suck and swallow the rest of my cream off Harry’s cock." I opened my mouth, and felt the tip of the dildo slip between my lips. I used my tongue and lips to clean the secretions off the soft velvety helmet. Emma continued teasing my nipples as she started sliding the shaft in deeper.

"This angle doesn’t look right," she said as she slipped the pillow from underneath my neck. My head fell back off the edge of the bed. "How’s that?" she asked. Not waiting for an answer, as my mouth was currently occupied, the shaft worked deeper into my throat. I gagged a bit as it touched to back of my throat, and she commented "You’re going to have to do better than that, it’s only half way in and I want you to suck it all clean."

Sucking and mumbling as best I could, I managed tell her I didn’t think it would fit, that it was too large. She replied that watching me give a blowjob was such a turn on for her, she just had to see me take it all. "I bet I can get you to swallow the whole thing", she continued with the shaft sliding in and out. "I’ll tell you what. If I can’t get it down your throat, I’ll take off your cage and I’ll be your cock whore. Whenever and wherever, as long as you want, I’ll suck for you. I don’t care if it’s at the movies, in the car, under the table at a restaurant or in a public bathroom. I’ll be your slave. But if I do get it all the way in, then you’ll do the same for me, and you’ll wear that cage permanently."

She pulled the cock back far enough for me to shake my head. "Is it a deal?" she asked. I nodded, sure that the cock would never fit. She moved the shaft across my mouth and had me lick it all over until it was wet and slick with my saliva. She told me to relax and visualize drinking a big glass of water as she slowly inserted it. I tried to relax, and comply, although I had my doubts. I signaled that I was ready, and instead of a slow steady push the cock head surged past the angle of my throat and buried itself deep in my gullet.

I was impaled, unable to breath or move as she pinched on both my nipples and cackled "I win - I win - you’re my cock-whore now, bitch!" She traced the edge of my mouth on the base of the shaft, and I noticed that the dildo was one of those with realistic balls. Emma continued "I think it’s all the way in, wouldn’t you agree my dear?" I nodded frantically, hoping to get a breath soon. "Good, in that case I’d like you to make an introduction while I have your full attention. Dear, this is Harry; Harry, meet my hus-, ... I mean my personal cock-whore and suck slave."

She pulled off the blindfold, leaving me staring right into a heavy wrinkled sack enclosing two large testicles. It was attached to two muscular and hairy legs. I heard a deep voice say "My pleasure, I’m sure!" Then I heard laughter, from the new voice as well as Emma.

Emma began to work my nipples again as Harry pulled his cock slowly back out of my throat. "Your first job as my cock-whore is to take care of Harry", she said. His cock head remained in my mouth as I finally regained my breath. "Keep sucking, you slut!" she shouted while squeezing and pulling up on my nipples. I started sucking again, and she went back to teasing them.

"I would ask you to shake hands... ha ... but I have a better idea. I told Harry that it he came first he could watch you eat his cum out of my pussy, but if I came first then he could finish up in your mouth! Wasn’t that sweet of me? I really don’t mind sharing; I am a giving person! Now you just suck and lick on that nice big cock while I watch. And when Harry gets closer you just open up like you did a minute ago and let him fuck your throat like the pussy that it is."

Emma continued to flick her fingers across my nipples, with an occasional pinch thrown in to change the pace from time to time. Harry moved his cock around in my mouth as I licked and sucked for him. He pushed it deeper with each slow thrust, then pulled back to allow me to breath while I nursed his swollen throbbing knob. He would back up temporarily when I gagged, then slide it all the way in again.

My wife was encouraging both of us: "Suck it my little whore, suck harder. Try to suck all the come from his sack. You know you want him to shoot in your mouth. Fuck him Harry; fuck the little cock-sucking slut. Make him learn to swallow it all. Turn my little pussy of a man into a real pussy with that huge cock of yours." Every time I slowed in my efforts Emma would squeeze my nipples hard, my vision would go gray and I had to be more enthusiastic.

I knew she was training me with pain and pleasure. The pleasurable teasing of the nipples happened when I was actively sucking Harry’s cock, or when it was buried in my throat. The pain came if I slowed at all in my efforts. And although I knew this, it didn’t change the impact on my will. I began to equate the pleasure at my nipples with the cock filling up my mouth and throat. I got into a rhythm with the breathing as Harry fucked my throat.

His thrusts became deeper and lasted longer as Emma cheered him on. She was aware how close he was, and told me to take several quick deep breaths to get ready. "Now, Harry!" she cried. "Fuck this little pussy throat. Fuck him good! Show him what he’ll be doing for the rest of his life!" Harry did as she requested. He fucked me, his shaft only pulling out enough to drive back in to the hilt, his balls slapping against my eyes with each thrust.

Emma gave my nipples a solid squeeze, just on the edge of pleasure and pain as Harry rammed his cock into my throat and exploded. He began a series of loud satisfied groans as I felt his swollen cock enlarge, pushing my mouth and tongue wider in a waves as his load ran the length of the shaft and burst out deep in my gullet. Gout after gout, wave after wave, as he moaned and emptied his balls in burning eruptions that built up in my gullet and then drained into my stomach.

After the spasms passed, he pulled back into my mouth, and with Emma’s encouragement I sucked the rest of the come from his softening cock as I caught my breath. Emma, her voice husky from the excitement of watching Harry’s cock in my mouth, made me a promise. "Just to let you know, I caught all this on video. If you give me any problems, any disobedience or hesitance, this video will show up on the Internet, with copies to your co-workers, boss and family."

I knew she wasn’t bluffing. She asked Harry if he enjoyed it. "Oh yes," he said. "I didn’t think I would like it this much, but it’s quite a rush to fuck your pussy, and then your husband’s throat!"

"Would you like to do it again sometime?" she asked.

"I would love to," he replied. "Anytime you say."

"Are you satisfied, I mean for now?" Emma asked.

"Yes," said Harry, "but I really need to take a leak.

"Good," she replied, "let’s retire to the bathroom."

She got me up and guided me to the shower, where she had me lie on the floor with my head near the drain. "Now honey, remember what I told you about the video. You need to show me how much you want to please me by doing what I ask without question. I want you to open wide, and swallow whatever lands in your mouth."

She giggled as she reached for Harry’s soft but still long and thick member. She moved her legs apart as they faced each other, and he reached up to fondle her breasts. He leaned forward and opened her mouth with his tongue as the first drops of piss dribbled from his pee hole. They broke from the kiss as the flow became a stream and Emma looked down to check her aim.

Her own stream started to flow as Harry’s piss began to fill my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. They began to kiss again, using the sound of the golden streams filling my mouth as evidence that their aim was still good. The warm salty drizzle from the two streams combined nearly overwhelmed my ability to drink it all, but I managed to get most of it down. The warmth trickled down my throat to the spot where Harry’s cum had entered me earlier.

The streams trickled away to nothing, then they turned on the water and showered clean. After they finished, Emma removed the wrist restraints and told me to shower and dress in something nice. "Now we need to get ready, because I have plans for tonight. You are going to dinner with Harry and me. I know that three’s a crowd, but you will be the entertainment. I get so hot watching you suck cock; I can’t wait to get started on the rest of our evening!"

[ Story Continues in Part 2 ]
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