From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Chastity Belt Roulette 1/4 (TG, femdom) Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:05:11 -0500 Chastity Belt Roulette
In a small town in New Jersey a small group of husbands and
wives meets each weekend for a very special evening. The purpose of
the evening is for the husbands to provide total, complete and
absolute service to the wives in any manner they see fit, while the
husbands compete for a chance at Chastity Belt Roulette. You see,
each husband is locked into a very secure and nonremovable chastity
belt, which can only be unlocked with the proper key. Only two keys
exist in the world; One carefully locked away in a secret safe
deposit box, and the other safely hidden and out the reach of the
husbands. Perhaps I should digress and explain this novel approach
to ensure husband fidelity and servitude.
Six months ago I made a cardinal sin; I cheated on my wife. It
was my first and last time, but in a moment of male weakness I
allowed myself to be tempted for simple sexual pleasure. Now I
cannot achieve an erection let alone even touch myself without
first earning the right to compete in Chastity Belt Roulette. But
I am getting ahead of myself. Like a lot of weak males I could not
live with the guilt and hoped for forgiveness from my wife. I was
surprised to learn she knew I had cheated and had kept it to
herself. When I finally told her she let out her pent up anger, but
over time our relationship seemed to improve. I was cut off from
sex during this time of course. Then one day she sat down and laid
out an ultimatum for me.
It seems she had discussed my transgression with her some of
her closest friends. One of her friends had a similar experience
with her husband. As it turned out, that friend had already joined
a group of women, who all had husbands who cheated. Each wanted the
same thing, an alternative to divorce but one that would guarantee
he would never cheat again. Even more important. To ensure he would
be more attentive to her needs, become dependent on her and look to
her and only her for sexual pleasure. After searching for the
answer, they found it. Reading up on the strict discipline and
observance of chastity by Middle East women, they discovered that
indeed a highly secure and totally effective chastity belt was
indeed made for males. In fact, since males could cleanse more
easily, the male belt could be left on indefinitely if desired. As
the plan began to gel, the group thinned leaving only those woman
with husbands who would do anything not to be divorced. My wife
Gloria became interested in talking with the group. As she learned
more, she began to see a wonderful new life taking shape for us.
I was the macho male in bed, proud of my sexual feats. Yet, my
wife always wanted to take charge. Unfortunately, my male ego
wouldn't let her, at least not very often. I earned a very
comfortable living as a prominent defense attorney, specializing in
sexual harassment, my wife was an executive at a corporation and
also earned a very comfortable salary. Our life was very simple, a
beautiful home, maid, cook, cars and great vacations. Why would I
want to leave this? On that day she approached me with the
proposition, it was all laid out for me. It was rehearsed very
well.
She had hired the finest divorce lawyer available. She said
she had photographic proof of my infidelity. Further more, if I did
not agree to her terms, not only would she get everything, but she
would ruin my business. I was somewhat skeptical she could really
ruin my business, but I would soon learn she had the capability in
hand. I sat and listened in total disbelief. I was totally
convinced she meant every word. But what were her terms she kept
alluding to. Only after signing a confession of infidelity and
agreeing to her terms, did she reveal them. They were actually
simple and seemed rather silly. All I had to do was to wear a
chastity belt and attend a party with her once a week, where I and
other men, in the same situation, would serve and obey completely
anything the wives demanded. I sat there, wondering what the catch
was. A stupid chastity belt I would take off the moment I left home
and serving women did not seem all that bad. That might be fun. All
of a sudden she barked out a command.
She told me to undress completely and take a hot shower. While
showering, she suddenly opened the curtain, she herself was now
nude. It didn't take long for my cock to snap to attention as I
hadn't had any for quite awhile now and my right hand just didn't
quite feel the same as a nice warm, wet pussy. She turned off the
water and told me that she wanted to shave all my hair from the
neck down. She had always wanted to feel me with smooth soft skin.
It sounded kinky, so what the heck. As her hands held my
swollen cock she carefully shaved my pubic hair. I admit it felt
and looked rather funny. Next she shaved my underarms, something I
really did not like. Finally she applied a depilatory over my legs
and I watched as the hair seemed to melt away. We turned the water
back on as she hugged me, letting my cock feel her warm body. It
slid under her pussy as she pressed against my body. I tried to
angle it in, but she kept it pressed against her, sliding between
her lips. Slowly at first, then faster. I knew she would soon be
asking me to slip it in. I let her get closer and closer and
suddenly she shook, then she screamed as she pressed hard against
my aching swollen cock. I whispered, now I'll let you cum with a
hard cock inside you. As she stepped out, with a smile on her face,
she quickly turned on the cold water. It hit like a ton of bricks.
In an instant my erection was limp.
I came out of the shower screaming at her. She had already
start putting on a robe. It was her look that made me stop. It was
cold, sincere and she obviously controlled the situation. I grabbed
a towel to dry myself as she went to her closet and returned with
a box. I was curious and came over as she removed a very no
nonsense looking harness of some kind. What the hell is that? It's
your chastity belt dummy. I can't wear that, besides, I thought we
were just getting started. Your right, we are just getting started.
That was your first lesson. You're here to please me. If I decide
and when I decide, you may be rewarded. Remember, you just signed
your life away and it's locked up now. At the moment I wasn't sure
what proof she had and I didn't want to take chances just yet.
There was time for that later. For now I'll just go along with this
game. Besides the quicker I accommodated her the quicker this would
be over, or so I thought.
First came a stainless steel band, covered with rubber
that fit tightly around my waist. It did not have any room to slide
at all. It fastened with a lock which I had never seen before. Then
she slid this rubber coated steel sheath over my limp cock and
locked it to another formidable steel piece that attached to the
belt around my waist. Two steel chains were attached to the back of
the belt. These ran between my legs and were attached to the piece
holding sheath. Finally she locked the piece, which secured the
penis sheath, to the front of the belt with an equally secure lock.
She took the key and left the room, with me pondering just what the
hell did I get myself into. When she returned, she smiled. The key
to the chastity belt is now locked up along with the confession.
They are locked in a safe you aren't aware of and by tomorrow will
be safely in my attorneys hands. In case your are wondering, how
long you will wear the chastity belt, I will tell you. You will be
wearing it long after all your pubic hair grows back. I've been
told that it is a lot of fun. Each itch should remind you of your
position in life from now on. I own your cock, I own your total and
complete attention, and I own your life. If you try to remove the
chastity belt forcefully, you will probably end up in the hospital.
I've been told, no one has successfully removed it by force and
those who did, hurt themselves trying. I will also throw away the
keys and tell my attorney to execute my divorce papers with your
signed confession. You will continue to wear it until I feel you
are ready to attend a little party. When you show me complete
obedience, we will discuss our next phase.
My anger broke through. This is totally ridiculous and I
demand you take this belt off me. I don't give a fuck what evidence
you have of my infidelity. Who cares. If you want a divorce, you
got it. There is nothing you can do harm my business.
With that she turned to the television and proceeded to play
a video tape. There were scenes of my fooling around with my one of
my clients who just won a large law suite for sexual harassment.
Then there were some scenes of us in bed and finally a replay of my
wife putting on the chastity belt. This is for starters. I would
think a little newspaper expose of a prominent attorney screwing
with one of his clients and his wife putting a chastity belt on
him, might cause the Bar Association to ask a few embarrassing
questions.
The next six months were the worst nightmare I had
experienced. It started with the pubic hair growing back. I could
not even scratch myself. Each move drove me up a wall. I invented
reasons to take showers, directly the water at the chastity belt.
But, adding insult to injury I had to shave my underarms each week
and keep my legs hairless. As I became accustomed to the belt and
the pubic hair finally grew back, it started to become a ritual to
shave myself. Finally, my wife allowed me to grow my leg hair if I
agreed to have it waxed off. The chance to not have to shave my
legs once a week seemed a small price for the pain of waxing. Even
my toilet habits were changed. I did everything like a women as my
cock was permanently pointed down between my legs. Gloria
appreciated never having to put the seat down.
At first my duties were simple. Preparing her bath, helping
her dress (my favorite) and fetching drinks or snacks, usually at
night. Then it expanded to washing her lingerie or anything the
maid didn't do. With the maid and cook around, it was becoming
somewhat awkward. About that time and unknown to me, my wife had a
talk with our maid and cook. The two women were told of my
predicament. Just to make sure they found it acceptable, she also
gave them both a raise and explained that on their day off, I was
to straighten both there rooms and clean their bathrooms. This
included any laundry they may have. This they accepted quite
eagerly, as I had always been a bastard to both of them.
Shortly after that, my wife started to allow me to touch her
body. At first all I was allowed was to suck her toes and kiss her
feet. Then I could suck her tits. Finally she rewarded me with the
scent of her pussy again in my nose. She carefully instructed me,
how to separate her lips with my tongue and slowly pressing it
against her clitoris. Then letting it probe her hole. I spent hours
bringing her to climax after climax, hoping she would lose control
and let my cock loose. My cock was in pain, it tried to get erect
only to feel the tight boundaries of it confines. It would ooze
cum. My wife would giggle as I "dripped" cum, just like a women
with cum inside her. Now you know how it feels. I begged her to
release me. I promised eternal faithfulness. I would never even
look at another women. I would live to please her. Each night we
would repeat our ritual. Some nights she would be horny and I would
have to spend hours satisfying her. I never knew she could go on
for so long. Sometimes she would get behind me while I was on all
fours and kind of press against me. It was strange because she
couldn't get off on it and neither could I. On other nights she
might awake in the middle of the night and whisper for me to
service her. She would lazily spread her legs and reach a small
shuddering climax and just drift off to sleep with a smile on her
pert lips.
One day she came home and announced we were going on vacation.
A small mountain retreat. Strange that she always hated rusted type
places. I packed all her things carefully, as she instructed. I
smelled her lingerie as I neatly folded those wonderful
unmentionables. As I started to grab my suitcase, she said I would
not need very much and she had already arranged for my stuff. But,
my winter clothes are still in the closet. I said I have taken care
of everything! I was concerned and didn't like departing without my
clothes.
We drove into the mountains and finally arrived at a rustic
house deep in the woods. Startled, I saw smoke coming from the
chimney.
Oh, they are here already. Who I said? Just two women I met
awhile ago, she answered.
But, I thought this was for just us two. I thought I had
satisfied you all these months as to my true feelings towards you.
Well, you thought wrong. Bring in the suitcases.
As I dragged in the last of her suitcases, I began to worry,
just what was I going to wear with two other women around. This did
not seem like I thought it would be. Did they know about my
chastity belt? Besides, I had arranged for my associate to handle
my case for three weeks. Finally, I came into the den where my wife
and the two other women were talking and laughing. They turned to
me and said welcome. Your wife tells me your completely used to the
chastity belt.
My mouth hung open. We have no secrets here. We both know
everything about you. Lets see, your are completely shaven or
should I say waxed. You hate doing underarms, but we all do. And
the last time you had an orgasm was, let's see, six months ago. No,
your wife came in the shower, but you took a cold shower. Oh yes,
you were screwing another women. I hope that it was worth it. Let's
see, orgasm lasts 6 seconds, and abstinence for over six months. A
good start. Maybe if your a quick learner, you might cum for
Christmas. They all giggled. We have a few simple rules here.
1) You will always obey all orders given by one of us.
2) Your wife has absolute authority over you.
3) You will never sexually touch another women.
Enough for rules. Remember them. If you violate any of them,
you and your wife must leave here and she can do whatever she
desires with you. As I understand it, you stand to lose a lot.
Now, upstairs to the right is your bedroom. You will sleep in
your bedroom or with your wife depending on what she desires. I
hear you are quite good with your tongue.
I couldn't believe she knew that. Gloria had never spoke to
anyone about our sexual life.
I had to ask. I don't get this. Who are you? Why would my wife
tell you about our sexual life or for that matter about our
agreement.
I don't recall giving you permission to question us. But I
understand your concern. This is all new to you. She proceeded to
tell me about the group of woman who formed to discuss methods of
controlling the sexual lives of their husbands and how it expanded
to include dominating and making them serve their wives as dutiful
husbands should. We have found that by merely controlling their
cocks, we controlled the whole person. How wonderful. We eventually
found that we could enjoy our husbands as sexual toys. We did not
have to cater to them, we did not have to get them "hard", in fact
we could snap our fingers and have a warm tongue soothing the days
problems away. Oh yes, a "hard" cock does have some advantage and
occasionally we could indulge ourselves. A carefully trained cock
could be a wonderful source of pleasure and the ultimate reward for
a husband is just an orgasm away. Think how simple. A few short
strokes for a deserving husband and their happy. Of course, each
time we allow such a reward, we must hold some penalty over their
heads to ensure they put their chastity belts back on. We have
found very convincing reasons for you to jump into your belt again.
Now, upstairs and you will find your clothes laid out on the bed.
If you need help, just come down here and we'll be glad to help
you.
I was totally shaken. This is definitely deeper than I planned
on getting. As I turned into my room, I was taken back. It was
simple. A large bed, dresser, and a closet. What really caught my
eye was the outfit laying on the bed. A real corset, stockings, old
fashioned bloomers, a cotton camisole, several lacy petticoats, and
a old fashioned dress. At the foot of the bed were high heel shoes.
I stormed out of the room and declared what the hell is this. I am
not wearing that stuff. Forget it.
They looked up totally nonchalant and Gloria held a key that
was attached to her necklace and said, I guess the party is over.
I'm sorry, I thought he would understand better than he did.
Gloria, my dear, they all react this way. We found that the shock
value of realizing their position was a better approach than doing
it slowly. As for you, I assume you realize that without your wife,
you have nothing. Oh yes. Your wife will always own your cock or
you will own nothing. Your choice. And I am sorry, I forgot to put
out your bra. It's still in the top draw. I would take a careful
look in the top draw before you say anything else.
I was speechless. I could simply give up everything, get the
chastity belt sawed off somehow and start all over. I opened the
draw and found some pictures. They were of me in my chastity belt,
shaving my legs and underarms and one of me having my legs waxed.
Then there were some that weren't right. Someone doctored up
pictures of me. I was on all fours with Gloria behind me wearing
what looked like this large cock. She never did that. There were
some with me even smiling back at her. This is blackmail. I would
have to move clear out of the state and start a new business. O.K.
just relax. How bad is this. The girls will have their kicks, and
in three weeks I'll be back home. Maybe, by then the belt might
come off. Mental orgasms aren't that bad. Just think. It really
isn't bad eating pussy every night and all I'm really doing is some
petty crap. Let's stick this out and show them I can take it.
Shit, look at that bra. It must be a 40 DD. It has fake tits
in it. And the corset, damn, it looks small and serious, not like
the sexy ones I got for Gloria. O.K. I don't have much choice for
now. I better get dressed. After taking off my clothes, I was
shivering trying to fasten the corset. I couldn't even fasten the
hooks and eyes and lacing it up the back was impossible. Damn.
I'll go down stairs and pretend it's nothing and ask for help. The
girls didn't even look up as I came down with the corset hanging
from me.
Oh, I see you need some help. Dear, a lesson is in order.
First its a lot easier to put on your stockings first, bending with
the corset on is difficult. No matter, turn around. First fasten
the top hook. Now do the bottom. Now start moving up. Good. Now
reach behind and pull these laces first. Tighter. Now cross the two
long loops and pull hard. Harder. Men, are such wimps. Now pull
these from the bottom up again and pull it again. Keep pulling
until the corset seam is closed. Deary, you have a 34 inch waist,
this is only a 30 inch corset. When you are fully trained your
waist will be 26, to match your wife's. In fact our goal is for
your figure, with some help, to be the same as your wife's. You
have to diet and exercise more. Here let me show you. With one pull
the seams closed and my breath was squeezed out of me. Much better.
Now run along and quickly dress. We are hungary for dinner.
She was right about the stockings, I practically bruised my
ribs pulling them up. I felt totally absurd putting on the huge bra
and fake tits. They were actually heavy and really pulled on my
back. The rest of the clothes were easy. I somehow felt more
comfortable pulling up the bloomers which came down below my knees
and with the camisole over my bra. I'm not sure if being warmer was
part of it, but I at least felt dressed and not naked in front of
the women. Suddenly, I felt I needed to think of them as women not
girls. As if they demanded some more respect. Everything was fine
until I put the shoes on. I figured they would be much too small
and I could just tell them they really didn't fit. But, much to my
chagrin, they fit. Then I tried walking for the first time in high
heels. It felt like I was walking down hill and I kept wobbling. I
tried walking with smaller steps, but nothing helped. They really
hurt my feet and made me feel funny. It's like the clothes didn't
count anymore, but the shoes made me walk like a woman. And they
make a loud clack each time I took a step on the wood floor. It was
embarrassing.
I mustered all my courage and walked as quietly as I could
and went down stairs. Gloria has this smile from ear to ear. I
turned beet red. You will address us as Ms. K. and Ms. M. We do not
believe in sharing husbands, we do not get off dominating someone
else's husband. We are here to assist your wife. What she does with
you is her business. We've all discussed the most intimate parts of
our lives. So we have no problem discussing how and what she may do
with you to train you for our special parties. If she is
successful, you will learn all about Chastity Belt Roulette.
Excuse me, Ms. K? - Very good. Just what is Chastity Belt
Roulette? It's just a game we play each week. We will have plenty
of time to discuss it later. Now, off to the kitchen and prepare
dinner. The menu is on the table and I understand you make an
excellent roast chicken. Roast chicken now! It will takes several
hours. We have time. Call when its ready.
Between the dress getting in the way, gigantic tits
blocking my vision whenever I looked down, my ribs aching to be
free and my feet killing me, things could not have been worse,
except I swear my back hurt from hauling around these tits. At
least I can take of the heels. No one is here and Gloria always
takes them off when she gets home. God, it really must feel good
when I suck her toes after being cramped in heels all day.
No sooner did I removed the heels than Ms. M. came in and said, I
didn't have permission to take off the shoes.
I just thought it would be all right and how did you know I
took them off? It isn't too difficult when all we here is you
clacking about in here and suddenly it stops. May I at least bring
a chair in here to sit while I wait. Why do you think we removed
the chair. How much longer before the dinner is ready? About 1
hour and 15 minutes. Come in with me to the den then.
Michael, (the first time my name was used and it sounded
funny), Gloria, Ms. M. and I were discussing you and it's time we
explain why you are dressed this way. Contrary to every thought you
had, you are not cross dressed for our pleasure. Personally, seeing
you this way is rather amusing, but definitely not a turn on for
Ms. M or me. Maybe Gloria feels differently, but that's not
important to you now. The main intention for this is to acquaint
you with the how it feels, in a dramatic way, to be a woman. On
display, in clothes that may not be functional or comfortable.
Gloria may or may not dress you up in the future, that's up to her.
We found that it serves to put you in your place, like shock
treatment in some sense. You look totally ridiculous. Your breasts
are - well - rather large, your dress is feminine and cumbersome
with all the petticoats and from the neck up your a male. We
purposely didn't give you a wig or makeup. You're just plain absurd
looking. We want you to feel comfortable obeying any command your
wife may give. Rest assured, she will not command anything that
would harm you or any one else. We have a strict code of safety and
guidelines to follow. She will never ask or expects you to
approach, talk to, touch or in any many make sexual overtures to
another woman. This is our basic guideline. You belong to her and
she will not share you with anyone. If you can accept that, there
are benefits to this life. One more thing. I know you are thinking
that some day Gloria will want intercourse and maybe she will. But,
before you think it is sooner than later, consider her options. Ms.
K. opened a suitcase laying on the couch. In it were several flesh
colored and very realistic dildos. Gloria, a long time ago agreed
to try the training program we developed. The dildos are based on
a new polymer my husband's company invented. It's being developed
for patients who are impotent. Unlike the dildos you've seen
before, this is different. It responds to the touch. It feels warm
to the touch, it is soft and becomes harder as it is stroked and
most importantly, it feels identical to the real thing. We invented
it to supplant our husbands who are practicing abstinence - shall
we say. In spite of this, we found some woman still have difficulty
with a plastic cock. They feel its unnatural. Through hypnosis,
we have been able to get your wife to enjoy her toys to the same
extent and even more than any man could hope to give her. We still
had one problem. Although it's nice to masturbate or as we call it
intercourse in absentia, it's still, a do it yourself proposition.
In those cases when your wife, would like you to do all the work,
we have this. She lifted what looked like a dildo attached to a
strange pair of briefs. These fit like a second skin over your
chastity belt. In case you haven't noticed, cuddling up to you with
that belt on can be uncomfortable. This fits over the belt and
provides a smooth, soft covering for the belt. The dildo which is
attached, is a special design. Gloria, if you will do the honors.
Gloria, took the dildo and started to give in a blow job. I then
noticed it had balls attached which swung like the real thing. Then
I realized it was expanding and getting longer. Suddenly, I could
feel my cock trying to harden. That could be my cock I thought. It
was really big now and the tip was expanding. Gloria, was half
smiling and half sucking. She was squeezing the balls and stroking
it as the balls suddenly seemed to tighten and pulse. Gloria,
removed the cock from her mouth as what looked like cum, spurt from
the tip of the cock. The damn thing came. My mouth dropped open.
Don't worry, it's artificial cum. In fact it comes is several
flavors. Gloria, Ms. K and Ms. M just broke apart laughing. Maybe
you would like to try someday. We even have cum flavored cum. I got
my husband to try it one day. I told him I hadn't loaded it, he got
a hell of a surprise. So now you know why Gloria has been so
content without you. Gloria can keep you in the chastity belt for
a long, long time and when she is certain that you can be trusted
to put it back on, then and only then will she consider letting you
please her with your cock.
Now, we haven't forgotten about you totally. We realize that
we have to provide some outlet for your sexual needs. Gloria, has
been instructed in the use of some special things just for you, as
a reward. Judging by my husband's reaction to it, it must me pretty
good. In fact, he said, it makes it last so much longer and since
he doesn't have to concentrate on my needs first, he prefers it
over regular intercourse, on the rare occasions I have allowed him
that treat. Gloria and you will learn the best techniques that work
for both of you.
May I ask about this Chastity Belt Roulette. You are learning
nicely Michael. Respect, for all woman, it's important. We still
have a half an hour before dinner. We have some time. Very well.
Each week, as I said, we have a special party. We have fifteen
members of our organization. Carefully screened wives and husbands
who meet certain requirements. She went on the explain about how
the group was formed and how they all had husbands in similar
situations. During the evening the husbands cater to all the wives.
They are responsible for the food, drinks. Everything your wife
used to worry about and take care of. We all discuss the weeks
events and especially we enjoy talking openly about our sex lives.
For women who never talked about it before, we make it a point to
discuss, the most intimate details. How, someone found a new
position to masturbate, or how someone did it in her office without
anyone seeing her. Some women enjoy trying to get there husbands
sexually turned on and let them suffer or get them to give oral sex
in unusual places. Ms. M. actually got her husband so convinced he
could have real intercourse, if he would greet her at the door
dressed in a satin teddy and carry her to their couch. He had to
suck each toe through her pantyhose, remove her hose and panties
and give her oral sex. Sounds great, and she knew he always wanted
to have sex as soon as she came home and he got annoyed that she
wanted to freshen up first. Well, when he put his head up her skirt
and smelled her feminine odor after a full day of work and a hot
train ride home, he pulled back. He now appreciates why she wanted
to freshen up. But, it now seems she enjoys a before dinner orgasm,
a prepared bath, dinner and evening of leisure. Oh, how I tend to
rattle on about such things. Usually the men get so quiet when we
talk about them. Oh yes, Chastity Belt Roulette.
First, each player, has had to have worn his chastity belt for
no less than six months consecutive. The women, after discussing
the events of the week, vote for the husband who they feel best
served his wife. The lucky husband is selected by a majority. If we
can't get a majority we make up things for them to do, or invent
games to win points. Last month, we tried a new game. Each couple
took a different room and the first husband to bring his wife to
orgasm won. The only thing was that each wife inserted a tampon
first and the husband had to remove it with his mouth and then keep
it his mouth their while he serviced his wife. It was like trying
to whistle after eating crackers. Two husbands were really
surprised to find their wives were having their period. One of them
actually finished first and we let him play roulette. The other
one, I guess he's been in his belt over a year now. Once we have
a contestant, we bring out the roulette wheel. The wheel has prizes
instead of numbers. There are ten prizes. Eight are real and two
are the booby prizes. So your chances are good to win a prize. Four
of the eight prizes are the numbers 2 (the most sought after
prize), 4, 6, and 8. They represent the number of weeks until your
wife must take off your chastity belt and allow you intercourse or
oral sex. It's your choice. You can see why the men enjoy the
game. The other four prizes vary from week to week. Usually it's a
- well special blow job. Gloria will tell or rather I think show
you that. Or a day off from all your duties. The right to say no
once. Maybe, permitting you 5 minutes alone without your chastity
belt in the bathroom. The men always come out smiling. There have
been so many I lose track. But I guarantee they are all nice prizes
for someone who hasn't had any lately.
What are the booby prizes? With all good things a little rain
must fall. They change from week to week. A typical one is to suck
off your wife's dildo and hope she used the chocolate flavored cum.
A recent addition is to take an enema with an inflatable nozzle, so you
can't expel it, then you and your wife go off to a bedroom. You
can't expel the enema until your wife comes. Some wives can really
hold back. Some of the woman enjoy oral sex during their period and
if it's their husband who is playing, they will put that one the
wheel. Usually the wife can select one special booby prize she
knows the husband hates. My husband John simply hates when I have
him wear pantyhose. So I use that one. A recent addition is an
entire day without bathroom privileges. Since no one can hold it
back, especially when someone slipped a diuretic into your drink,
you'll have to wear diapers. It isn't too bad until they have to
defecate. They hate cleaning the mess, especially with the chastity
belt.
Enough of this, it's time for dinner.
I served dinner and was surprised to be invited to sit with
the ladies after everyone was served. We discussed my new life and
how if I looked upon it in the right light, it really was a pretty
good deal compared to what I stood to lose. I still had all my
luxuries and I could enjoy them. The only thing I gave up was
control of my cock. It was now my wife's property. Except for
occasional punishments, it wasn't all that bad. Which made the
rewards and real sex all the more exciting. I kept wondering, what
was this special blow job Ms. K. spoke about.
After cleaning the dishes, I prepared a bath for Gloria. After
she bathed I was allowed to remove my day clothes and slip into a
delightfully soft cotton, Victorian nightgown. Compared to the
corset and heels. It was heaven. I even got to remove my breasts.
What a relief. I served the woman drinks as we chatted around the
fireplace. Ms. K. said that I obviously was well prepared for this
and felt my next three weeks would run smoothly.
Ms. K. then proceeded to explain why they were here.
Gloria needed help training you and they all needed to be certain
I was controllable. Also, they believed in a very open sex life.
They relished discussing it among themselves. Something women
seldom did before. They adhered to a strict code. Although they
might indulge in sex in each others presence, it wasn't overtly
open to viewing. They generally wore long loose skirts or covered
themselves with a sheet or blanket if a husband was servicing them.
Orgasm was openly invited and accepted as normal. It wasn't unusual
for all of the woman to sit and watch a video while their husbands
provided orgasm after orgasm. But always under a cover. While
orgasm was considered natural, displaying their bodies was not.
They were proper in that way. The men on the other hand were on
display at all times. They were exposed if the wife wanted it. But
since the chastity belt covered just about everything but the ass,
there wasn't much to see. Only the husband and wife could come in
sexual contact. Even two wives would not share one husband. They
believed in total faithfulness and anything less was against
everything they stood for. With that, Ms. K and Ms. M retired for
the evening.
Gloria told me to clean up the kitchen and come up stairs to
her bedroom. As I entered her room, she told me to put on the dildo
briefs and climb into bed. She laid back and I knew she wanted me
to eat her. I felt strange having a cock dangle beneath me again.
Gloria reached several rather loud orgasms. I felt funny, knowing
the other woman could hear so easily. Then Gloria whispered in my
ear, she wanted me to enter her. I almost forgot, it wasn't my cock
doing the entering, as I brought her legs up. It felt strange, I
felt I needed to come. My own cock strained at its harness. I
whispered to Gloria, Please, let me cum. There was no answer. I
directed the dildo to her opening. She spread her lips. But the
cock my still soft. It's not hard, I said. Well make it hard. You
want me to masturbate a dildo?. I felt like a fool, jerking off
this dildo. As I stroked it, it started to respond. It was almost
scary, it like I was jerking off some else's cock. Something else
started to happen. The entire tip started to secrete a lubrication.
My hand was slippery as it expanded and lengthened to its fullest.
I could not believe its length. This was bigger than mine. I felt
totally betrayed. My wife wanted me to fuck her with a dildo bigger
than my own cock. My attention with the dildo was snapped back to
Gloria, when she said, hurry up. I bent over her and guided it in.
I thought for an instant to drive it in fast. To hurt her. But
before the idea passed, she said, slow, very slow. I want to feel
only the tip moving in and out. Good, now a little deeper. More,
Yes, that's it. Deeper. Now all the way in and out. Good. Keep
going. She was telling me every step. All the way, slowly. Now hold
it there. Now, massage my clit, softly, like I showed you. That's
it. Faster. Now fuck me faster. More. Keep going. Yes, Yes. Uhhhhh.
Yes. Faster. All the way in and out. Keep going. Don't stop. I'm
cumming. She screamed like I had never heard her. I stopped for an
instant thinking I hurt her. Don't stop she screamed at me. Her
body was arched off the bed as wave after wave of orgasm struck. My
back ached as she demanded more. I was on the breaking point as she
said to stop. I lay there exhausted for an instant, when she said.
Lick my pussy, I feel sticky. I didn't say anything as this wasn't
the time. I crept between her legs and smelled that wonderful pussy
juice. I licked her thighs and pussy, like a cat. She rolled over
and said, now my ass. I hesitated. I couldn't. She waited a moment
and said, well! Gloria, anything, but that. Honey, I promise you
I'm clean. Either you service me, or this whole thing is over now.
I held my anger back and proceeded to gingerly tongue her ass. I
has licked almost the entire ass, when she said, to get her
opening. It was still sticky. I licked and even tongued the
opening. She just went mmmmmmmmmmmm and said, now get me a warm
wash cloth and wash and dry me where you licked. I got up, to
realize my cock, uhhh, dildo was still hard and my real cock was
aching unbelievably. Honey, can't I at least relieve myself. I did
everything you asked. Just get the wash cloth. I got the wash cloth
and wash and dried her body. In the process she said, I should do
something about my cock. Thank God. Where is the key I said. Not
that cock. My dildo cock. The one that is hard, stupid. Come on
masturbate it for me. I continued to control myself. I pumped it as
fast as I could, but it didn't come. She started to giggle. Coyly,
she said, Michael, it doesn't come unless you squeeze the balls.
Here hold it up like this and let me show you. She reached between
my legs and with one squeeze it came. Straight into my face. She
broke out hysterically. I swear I could hear the other woman
giggle. I should have warned you first I guess. My poor little
husband. Come here. Now sit down. Let me wipe some of this nasty
cum off your face. She took her finger and scooped up some from my
face. Here, lick my finger. It's cherry today. Her attitude had
changed and I felt maybe she was finally softening. I took her
finger in my mouth and sucked it off. It was salty and smelled like
cum. As I paused, knowing she knew what I discovered, she said,
just wanted you to know what it tasted like. Michael you have been
so good today. Although I was going to wait until tomorrow, I will
surprise you with it tonight. Remember the special blow job. Well,
if you will climb into bed and get on all fours I'll get it ready.
This I had to see. Could she be ready to remove the belt
I wondered. All this service may have been worth it. I waited. No
peeking she said. I heard something being moved and a hose being
dragged. Then a soft humming. What is it I asked. Just wait. Now
hold still. She was attaching something to the end of the sheath
holding my cock. It felt cold then wet. Now hold still. What was
that I asked. Just some lubricant. Then she took what ever was on
the end of the sheath off and put something else on. Finally she
said, now we are ready. I started it real slow. You will feel a
pulling and pushing. Just relax. I'm told it's really mind blowing,
but you have to grow used to it. She flipped some switch as I
peeked around my ass which was still stuck up in the air. Something
started to pull, by cock down its sheath. All most to the point of
uncomfortable. Then it stopped. Then it was pushed back in. It felt
like it was stuck in a tube being sucked one way then the other.
Gloria, is this it? But Gloria, I can't get hard. Michael, just
relax. Here, put these pillows under your stomach and relax. I felt
the sensation increase in strength and speed. I was starting to
feel like I wanted to cum. My balls ached. Pulling and pushing. I
was attached to a vacuum cleaner. Was this the special blow job.
Gloria, I need to cum. Please. The cum was starting to be sucked
right out of me. I was half cumming. Almost at the edge, but unable
to cum. I tried to cum. But it wouldn't happen. Then I felt a
Gloria place her hand on my ass and finger my ass hole. When she
found the opening, I said, Gloria and started to turn. Michael.
Stay right as you are. Just relax. Her finger stopped at the
opening. It kept probing, but my asshole remained shut. Please let
me cum. My balls ached and my cum continued to be sucked from me.
My cock was being sucked back and forth inside the sheath, trying
to expand. Suddenly, Gloria's finger entered me. It was so sudden,
I didn't have time to stop it. I was going crazy from the sucking
and her finger. I had to cum. Somehow. Gloria, went deeper. It was
strange, I felt I needed to shit. My mind was racing. This had to
stop and I needed to cum. My mind wondered from the agony and
ecstacy of my cock being suck and restrained. Then she pushed real
deep. I shuddered, lost in the sensations. She touched something
deep inside my ass. It felt like I reached an orgasm. I felt cum
gushing through my cock being sucked from me. It was incredible. My
balls ached and the sucking started to really hurt. Gloria,
switched off the machine and everything came to a stop. I
collapsed, totally exhausted. I was half crying from relief. Relief
from the long prolonged orgasm, the pain, and the intrusion in my
asshole. As I rolled over in tears, I saw three faces. Gloria, Ms.
M. and Ms. K. I could not believe they had witnessed this. I wanted
to crawl into a hole and die. I was angry beyond belief.
Don't be angry, Gloria said. I couldn't believe her. Gloria,
Ms. K. proceeded, he isn't used to it and us yet. Gloria, needed
our guidance. Getting you to cum, with the "Cum Buster" as we call
it, isn't easy for first time users. With time it is a lot easier
and even better. For now, its the only way you can cum, unless you
prefer total abstinence. That is fairly easy to arrange you know.
You have to get used to others enjoying your pleasure and pain. Ms.
K. unscrewed a small jar from the Cum Buster and left with Ms. M.
I take care of this tonight for you and shut the lights. Gloria,
climbed into bed and kissed my forehead. Michael, I want you to
sleep alone tonight and think it all over. I got up and went to my
As I lay in bed, I reviewed the day's events over and over in
my mind. It became clear. I could live with the sexual demands
Gloria made upon me and even the petty services, such as bath
duties and fetching things, but two things concerned me. I could
not accept being made to service Gloria in front of other men and
more importantly, I could not live with sex with a vacuum cleaner.
I do have to admit it was the most mind blowing experience and
her finger up my ass drove me insane. A man needed to be fully
erect and fuck a warm, wet pussy. Is it worth giving up my career
and my life style? If I don't try now, I'll never forgive myself
later.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed. Luckily I had hid some spare
clothes in the car and had hid a spare key to the car in my shoe.
I found the keys I hid under the mattress. I sneaked down the
stairs in my nightgown without awakening anyone. The boots and
coats I had spotted earlier had been moved and no where to be found
easily. I would get warm once I was back in the car.
Getting the door open without making a sound, proved to be
more difficult than I thought. It took forever to open it enough
for me to squeeze without it squeaking too much. I reached the car
and was glad when the door opened. Almost home. I reached under the
driver seat for the spare ignition key and found a small note
instead. I turned on the interior light and read it.
Dear Michael, Did you really think we had planned all of this
and not thought about you trying to escape. The key to the car is
on the kitchen table. The front door is locked by now, so don't
bother trying to come back in. We suggest you think about it
tonight and if you still want to leave, you may pick up the keys
tomorrow morning at 9 AM and drive where ever you want, except
home.
P.S. It gets rather chilly at night. Just in case you get too
cold, we also left you a surprise. There is a hose line in the back
seat, if you attach it to your sheath and plug in the adapter
hanging from the dashboard, it will start up the "Cum Buster" in
the trunk. When you get cold enough, an electric heater will come
on for 5 minutes for each ounce of cum you deposit. Pleasant
dreams.
Without a watch the night passed slowly. I could not tell how
close to dawn it was, but I tried to keep my self as warm as
possible. Finally, freezing I caved in. I attached the hose to
the sheath and plugged it in. The sucking started, but without the
lubrication it was more like sandpaper than a soft pussy. Try as
I might, I could not get much cum. I quickly figured that a good
cum was maybe 1 ounce. Judging by the orgasm I had earlier this
evening, I didn't think I had much more to give. I took off the
hose and put as much saliva into the sheath as I could get and
then reattached it. I started to ooze more now, but I needed to
cum. I got on all fours and stuck my finger in my asshole. Somehow
it wasn't as bad as I thought. I probed and felt, but it did not
feel the same as when Gloria did it. I thought back to that
experience. The Cum Buster sucking and Gloria fingering me. I could
feel my cum flowing now. I was closer to orgasm. Just a little
more. Suddenly, the heat came on. Warmth! I have to keep this
going. I somehow got the finger in deeper. The Cum Buster started
to speed up. I was gyrating, humping my own finger. I needed more
lubrication, but I was afraid if I stopped to get more saliva on my
cock, I would lose it. My cock started to burn, but I needed more
cum. The heater went off and it seemed forever before it turned
back on. I just kept fucking my ass with my finger and trying to
think of Gloria's wonderful pussy. I could taste her pussy juice.
I loved lapping her cunt, feeling her tense up, shudder, over and
over again. Why did I ever fuck around. If I could do it over
again, I'd be different.
The sudden light jolted me back to reality. The door opened
letting in daylight. Gloria, Ms. K. and Ms. M were standing there.
I was hunched up in the rear seat, still fucking my ass. My cock
was raw by now and totally numb. I just lay still, realizing my
predicament. The evening had passed, I must have fucked myself for
over six hours as it was 9 AM. Gloria asked if I was O.K. I was
afraid to move. Eventually, they got me to come with them. Ms K.
was holding that jar she removed from the Cum Buster. My cock
burned. I pleaded with them to let me remove the chastity belt and
let me take care of my cock. They provided me with blankets and
some coffee. It was like they cared. Gloria applied medication to
my cock with the chastity belt in place. It felt cool and stopped
the burning. I cried like a baby. After that we had a long talk.
All four of us. They were human and cared.
After a warm bath and breakfast, Gloria instructed me to get
dressed as I had done yesterday. I came down dressed in the corset,
stockings, bra, bloomers, camisole and a very full Victorian style
dress with five petticoats. The bloomers were strange as they
weren't closed at the crotch. Ms. K. told me, Victorian women did
not undress for the toilet. The bloomers separated instead.
We sat down and discussed whether I wanted to leave or continue
the remainder of my training.
It was Ms. K. who made it so simple. I would forever wear the
chastity belt except for very special treats. Six days a week were
to be almost normal. I would continue my business as usual. Upon
arrival home from work I would have access to all life luxuries
with my wife. After dinner, when the maid and cook were off duty,
I would take over for both of them, plus any other service demanded
by Gloria. On Saturday, the routine would continue, except I would
have my day off. After dinner we would depart for the party. On
Sunday my duties would start at 7 AM. I would take care of Gloria's
needs first, then clean up the maid's and cook's room. I would do
any laundry required. The rest of the day was up to Gloria.
When she was finished I could not help myself, but agree. It
was as fair as I could expect. The alternative was less desirable.
Just to reinforce her point. She showed my a video tape of me
dressing yesterday and today, Gloria finger fucking my ass and
being attached to the "Cum Buster." Then I was startled to see me
hunched up in the back of my car, sticking my finger up my own ass
and humping the air. If any pictures of that were to get public,
I would be ruined. Under the circumstances, I could learn to enjoy
the Cum Buster and Gloria's finger up my ass as much as sex used
to be like.
Now that we have decided your future. It's time for lunch.
while you prepare it, we have some activities to arrange for Gloria
and you. I disappeared into the kitchen. I did always enjoy gourmet
cooking and now I had a reason to practice it.
While I was busy cooking, Ms. K. and Ms. M. were busy
discussing my training with Gloria. It seems Gloria had many
lessons to practice. She had to learn to control me and use me
most effectively for her enjoyment. Something that did not always
come naturally to many women. She also had to become used to the
idea that sex was to be openly discussed and husbands were openly
displayed. It was totally natural and considered normal to have a
husband providing oral service in the presence of the other ladies
provided her private parts were covered. Screaming and moaning were
welcome of course. Normal intercourse was to be performed in
private, but openly discussed. Intercourse could be accomplished
many ways, with a dildo performed by oneself, by your husband
manually, and by attaching the dildo chastity belt cover or mouth,
or even conventionally if you allow him to remove his chastity
belt. It seemed the basic guideline was anything was acceptable if
the female genitals remained hidden. Gloria had to learn to at
least practice many different training and punishment techniques.
A varied menu of techniques kept the relationship interesting and
prevented the husband and the wife from becoming bored. As I was to
provide total service for her, it was easy to fall into a steady
routine.
Gloria had to become acquainted with cross dressing me,
something that has already been started, enemas, diapering, dildo
training, male menstruation techniques and vaginal and asshole
worship. I had to be trained to provide oral service at any time
of the month. Many women found this difficult and Ms. K. had
several suggestions for making the idea easier to practice. Each
week the ladies would discuss for hours new techniques and ideas
they had. They would perfect them and report back on the results.
Some insidious but harmless ideas were invented in this way.
Unknown to me, these next weeks would be full of Gloria practicing
them on me.
After lunch, my first lesson started. It was simple at first.
Gloria was laying on the couch with long flowing nightgown of a
heavy sweatsuit type material. It was unusual in that it appeared
to be closed at the bottom, like a large bubble with her legs
appearing out of two elastic openings. There was a third elastic
opening in between her legs. Gloria, smiled at me and said, she
would like oral service. I stuck my head into the hole and
discovered a dark and musky smell. She obviously was very wet. Her
body was already very warm. I inched up to her crotch and proceeded
to tongue her. I could feel the wetness on her cunt and thighs. She
told be to lick her clean first. I could hear Gloria, Ms. K. and
Ms. M. talking about their husbands and how they serviced them. Ms.
K. was talking about how her husband could get his tongue several
inches into her cunt. It was if I wasn't there. Gloria, then told
me she wanted to sit on my face. It wasn't easy, but I somehow
managed to arrange for her to sit on my face. I was laying with my
back on the couch and my legs up in the air against the back of the
couch. Gloria, was now facing my legs. She obviously preferred this
as she started to grind her cunt into my mouth and started to moan.
She was also becoming even wetter, if that were possible. It was
difficult to breath and I had to time her humping to my breathing.
All this sexual contact still had its affect on me. I could feel
blood pumping to my cock, but the raw skin from last night forced
me to think of other things. Then I felt Gloria's finger at my ass
hole. She started gently. Pushing ever so slightly. Finally she got
it in a little and started to finger fuck me. When I could feel it
going in and out easily, she started to work in a second finger.
It burned as she tried to stretch my opening. She stopped for a
moment as she came to another climax. My face was soaked from her
pussy juice and sweat. My hair was matted down as well. She
continued probing with two fingers until even they worked their way
in. I could hear Ms. K. giving directions every now and then. Twist
them this way. Pause, Now push gently. Rotate them. Good. I was
getting really tired by now and my tongue was aching, but Gloria
kept humping my face. Gloria, pulled her fingers out and then
something larger and more round was pushed firmly against my
asshole. She twisted it and pushed. It suddenly popped in place and
stopped. It was bigger than anything I had felt. Then Gloria seemed
to concentrate on herself. She sped up her humping as she neared
yet another climax. This kept building. She was slamming herself
into my face. I licked her clit trying to get her to cum. Finally,
she came with a spurt, then a pulsing stream of pussy juice, like
I had never seen. It gagged me. I had to swallow to breath. She
slumped over the couch. I needed air desperately. After several
long minutes she told me to lick her clean again. I licked as much
as I could reach and then she rolled over onto the couch.
Ms. K told me to get a warm wash cloth and finish cleaning
Gloria. I pulled my head out and was met with the sweetest,
freshest breath of air I ever tasted. I was drenched in pussy juice
and sweat from the hair to my shoulders. When I returned I tried
clean Gloria with my hand through the opening, but she told me to
get my head in there and to do it right. I had to slip my hands in
through the same opening as Gloria's legs. The odor almost made me
pass out. The entire inside of the nightgown was drenched. Gloria
told me to prepare a bath for her. My dress was totally drenched
from the waist up and smelled like Gloria did inside. It was then
that I realized I still had something up my ass. Gloria instructed
me not to remove it until she was bathed and had dressed. I will
remove your butt plug at that time. The plug at first wasn't too
uncomfortable, but by the time Gloria finished her bath and
dressed, it felt like a telephone pole. I was relieved when she
told me to pull it out and take a bath. The rest of the evening
passed uneventfully, except Gloria used a small dildo on herself as
I lay next to her. She came to several small orgasms and fell
asleep shortly after kissing me goodnight.
The next day my cock was still sensitive from my night in the
car, Gloria, Ms. K. and Ms. M. decided it was better to wait for my
cock to heal, before subjecting it to any additional stimulation.
Therefore, they chose to initiate me in several forms of play and
punishment techniques. Gloria, would also become more comfortable
with her new role. She found it strange at times, to make
me suffer for her amusement. My next lesson was to continue dildo
training. Their goal was to train me to cum in my chastity belt
while be fucked with a dildo strapped to Gloria. The morning passed
quickly as I serviced Gloria orally and using my tongue and once
with a dildo that attached to my mouth.
The afternoon, was actually pleasant. I served refreshments
and attended to the laundry, I was reminded what I had to do. Ms.
M. was having her period, judging by the stained panties. She made
special mention to give her panties special hand washing. I washed
and pressed all their clothes by hand. My own dress ruined from the
earlier service to Gloria was also hand washed. I was growing
rather tired and I assumed dinner would be requested shortly.
Gloria, called for me to come up to the bathroom. All three ladies
were present and I did not like what they had in mind. Hanging from
the shower curtain rod was an enema bag with a long hose and a
strange looking enema nozzle. It was long and had what appeared to
be two deflated balloons on it. Gloria, said it is time I was
cleansed better. I asked what type of enema this was, but was
silenced. I was told to undress completely. It felt great getting
out of the corset and remove the fake tits.
I bent over the tub and allowed her to insert the nozzle.
It was bulky, but not as bad as the butt plug. She then started to
squeeze one of the bulbs. I felt the balloon inside me inflate,
creating a full feeling. Then she inflated the outer balloon. My
asshole was now trapped between two balloons. She released the
water. I felt the water rush into me. Ms. K, said to slow down the
rate. It flowed until I felt it cramp. I told Gloria, I was full
and needed to go. I was told to relax, I have more to go. Little
did I know I was going to get a series of four enemas. The first
was only a quart of warm soapy water. The second was one and a half
quarts of warm clear water. The third was two quarts of warm water.
The first two were kept inside me for 15 minutes. The third enema
was left in for nearly 30 minutes. The fourth enema was another
warm and large one. Once the nozzle, they called a Double Trouble
was inflated, I could not expel. After the fourth enema was in,
Gloria removed the two bulbs used to inflate the balloons and
disconnected the hose from the enema bag. I now had the
nozzle half hanging from my asshole. The two quarts of water also
placed a tremendous pressure on me to expel it, which I could not.
They told me to only put my bra and dress back on and come
downstairs with them. I walked very slowly. They sat down on the
couch and told me to prepare dinner.
Dinner took two hours to prepare. I was in agony the last
hour. The only position which provided some relief was to lay flat
on my back. While serving dinner, Gloria whispered to Ms. K.
something, her response was, he can take a little more my dear. The
cramps were quite severe and it was obvious I had could not take
much more. I completed serving and was told to relieve myself. But
before I return I should insert the butt plug they left for me in
the bathroom. This plug was a little different. It had a small hole
from one end to the other. I inserted it and went back downstairs.
There was a single glass of what looked like a chocolate milk shake
at my place setting. Michael, for several days after your enema,
you will be on a liguid diet. Enjoy.
The evening went fairly quickly. I serviced Gloria once again
on the couch while they watched TV. She was tired and had two small
climaxes. After the last one, Gloria had me get on all fours and
inserted a small tube into the butt plug. She used a small enema
bag to force some liquid into my asshole. She had me lay with my
legs raised for 15 minutes with the liguid in my ass. When she
finally told me to get on all fours agin, I felt no desire to
relieve myself. I only felt a bloated feeling. Then she proceeded
to inject a second liguid. It could not have been very much as I
couldn't feel it. They she used a small cork to plug the hole.
Gloria, then held me in her arms and told me she loved me. As an
extra sign of love she had given me something, I always loved
giving her. She had injected 8 ounces of my own cum into my
asshole. Before we went to bed she would remove the plug and it
would drip out slowly. She picked up what looked like a diaper and
plastic panties and said, You'll be needing these tonight. Just to
be certain you don't stain the bed. I took the diaper and panty, I
saw that both Ms. M and Ms. K were smiling and went upstairs.
Before I reached my door, Gloria called up. You'll sleep in my room
tonight dear.
I slept like a baby that night, and woke up with a wet bottom.
The cum had dripped out all night and was a sticky gooey mess. I
took care of my morning duties and had breakfast ready for the late
sleepers. I had found that my cock had healed quite nicely by now
and actually felt rather comfortable in the sheath. Later that day
Gloria, Ms. M and Ms. K introduced me to mechanical prostrate
stimulation. Gloria was educated in the use of a thin mechanical
prostrate probe. It provided intense sensations of orgasms and
copious cum oozing from my trapped cock. Strangely, each time I
came Gloria was very careful to either attach the Cum Buster to
suck up my cum or even attach a condom to the end of the sheath to
catch the cum. It became a ritual for her to carefully collect and
take away my cum. As if she were savoring my last bit of manliness.
After a particularly long oral service, Ms. K. returned with
a baster from the kitchen and removed the cum collection bottle
from the Cum Buster, which now had several ounces of my cum. She
carefully sucked up the entire bottle and equally carefully had
Gloria recline while Gloira squeezed the contents inside her cunt.
Ms. M. turned to me and in a loud voice demanded I clean Gloria.
The though of my cum dripping out of her made me gag. But, Ms. M
and Ms. K. had this look which said I had better snap to it. I
licked the few drips and tasted my own slippery saltiness. I tried
to swallow to get the taste out of my mouth, but before I had much
time I felt a sting on my ass. Ms. K. had struck with a paddle. She
said to clean Gloria and that meant inside and outside. I spent the
next 15 minutes trying to lick Gloria clean. Each time I thought I
was done, she seemed to ooze yet more cum. By the time I was
finished, I was totally unaware of the taste of the cum and Gloria
seemed to enjoy sitting up to allow the cum to drip out slowly.
Later that evening, the women were whispering quite a bit and
Gloria seemed uneasy. I could see she was unhappy about something.
It was almost 2 AM that Gloria called me downstairs where I was
enjoying a rest alone. Gloria was alone and sitting on a large old
bath towel wearing the outfit with elastic leg openings and a
single elastic opening between the legs. I expected Gloria wanted
some oral sex before retiring. Gloria looked at me and said, she
had to do this, but felt uneasy about it. I'm having my period. It
started earlier this evening and Ms. K. told me to wait until the
flow increased. I want you to service me. Further, you will service
me all night, making sure to awaken every hour and clean me with
your tongue. I looked into to her eyes and begged her not to ask
this. She looked away. I took a deep breath and plunged into her
nightgown. I had never experience an odor this strong. In the past
I had gotten a whiff of her discharge during her period, but never
this much or that strong. After the cum experience, I didn't gag,
and never really tasted her period. Maybe I was immune from eating
so much cum and pussy juice these last several days. I guess I was
suddenly knocked back to reality after what seemed forever when
Gloria started to arch her back. She had been fairly quiet, gently
moving her hips from time to time. Now she suddenly, seemed to be
getting turned on. I found her clit and attacked it, she convulsed
several times. Then she started to really moan loudly. Soon she was
thrashing her hips so I had a difficult time staying with her. I
expected her to climax and rest, but she only increased her rhythm
still further. She peaked, I felt her arch her back and scream.
Louder than she had ever and certainly louder than with Ms. K or
Ms. M around. She didn't stop. One orgasm flowed into another. I
lost track, but she continued with intense orgasms one after
another. My jaw ached, yet she demanded I continue. Only when she
collapsed on the couch could I rest. It was dark and very musky. I
couldn't see if she was still bleeding, so I gave small licks to
her vulva just to be sure. She gave a small moan each time. It
seems hours later, when she told me to come out. The lights were
out. She said we would go upstairs. Up stairs I startled myself in
the mirror. My face had dark red smears from my neck and into my
hair. Gloria, lay on the bed on a large old towel and told me to
climb between her legs. But before I did she inserted that but
plug with a small hole in it and a had me put on a diaper. I was to
awaked each hour and lick her vulva clean.
Near morning I felt a wetness in my diaper. Strange since
Gloria hadn't put any cum up my ass. I climbed out of bed and into
the bathroom to see why I felt wet. I was bloody. I ran into the
bedroom and awoke Gloria. I'm bleeding, you must have tore my
rectum. Darling, you're perfectly fine. It's just your period. What
the hell are you talking about. Michael, your first period is
always upsetting. Sit down and let me explain. First, remember the
small enema I gave you after dinner tonight. Well, it never came
out remember. That was a special liguid designed to coat your
cleaned colon. It forms a thick coat on your colon and takes about
a day to slowly disolve away. That is what looks like blood. The
butt plug with the hole ensures that you can't stop the flow. The
liquid diet makes sure you have nothing else in there for several
days. Some additional wetness is needed to make it somewhat more
uncomfortable. In your drink tonite was a diruetic which has the
strange effect of making you urinate in small dribbles in between
when you really have to urinate. The bloody mess leaking from your
ass mixed with the urine is quite realistic looking. The process
takes about 5 days. Now we can enjoy our periods together. I am
surprised you haven't felt any cramps. Usually the diurectic gives
the men cramps also. Gloria, I have them also, but under the
circumstances, I didn't think to mention it. Now, back in bed, the
diaper will take care of your period. You need to take care of
mine.
Every afternoon and every evening there during her period I
provided oral service to Gloria. She discovered the once she
overcame her inhibitions about oral service during her period, the
increased hormonal activity intensified her orgasms and she would
forever look forward to her period.
The next evening Gloria and I lay together as if nothing had
changed. We talked about old memories, about our wedding and we
drifted onto our wedding night. Gloria, commented how the nightgown
she had chosen for me that night, was a white and lacy just like
her that honeymoon night. At that moment Gloria, reached down as if
to feel my cock, but instead, stopped at my anus. It felt funny,
having her slowly stroke the area. I sucked her tits as she
continued to probe me. She bent over the bed and retrieved a jar of
vaseline. She lubricated her finger and without saying a word,
continued to probe me. Trying to pry open my anus. She whispered
for me to relax. It was somehow different this time. Her finger
although smaller than the butt plug, seemed more real and I felt
tense at her touch. Slowly she managed to get her finger inside and
it felt more comfortable in this strange position. Gloria,
fingering my asshole, while I lay passive. I almost began to feel
relaxed with her finger moving slowly in and out, when she rolled
over and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached down and seemed to
be stepping into something. As she brought it up to her waist, I
could see it was my dildo pants. It was obscene on her. A huge cock
stood obliquely away from her body. Horror struck me as I realized
what she had in mind. Gloria, you can't. It's too big. Please, it
will hurt. With a gentlenes, she held my head and told me she would
be very gentle as I was on our honeymoon night. I want you to lay
on your back and let me fasten your hands to these leather
harnesses, which she proceeded to pull up from behind the
headboard. As she tightened the second harness around my wrist, I
was shaking. Now I want you to raise your legs up real high and
bring them up over your head. I swung them up and Gloria proceeded
to fasten them to a second set of leather harnesses she pulled from
behind the headboard. I was now in a very awkward position. My ass
was high in the air, totally vulnerable. Gloria positioned herself
behind me and slowly started to work a smaller dildo into my ass.
She was patient and allowed me to relax my sphincter until it
didn't hurt anymore. She removed the dildo and inserted a basting
tool filled with a thick substance and squeezed it inside me. Just
some cum and vaseline mixture honey. She took some more vaseline
and lubricated the dildo protruding from her. It seemed larger now,
glistening as if cum was oozing from its thick head. She pressed it
gently against my anus. She massaged it between the cheeks of my
ass and against my sphincter. Always pressing a little harder each
time. It was if she had been taught the art of fucking a virgin
asshole. The pressure gave way to a burning as she stretched my
opening. My complaints received only a gentle word of encouragement
to relax. I tried not to fight anymore, I dreamed of me fucking
Gloria. Our honeymoon, those long sessions of sex. Fucking and
sucking. I remember fucking her for hours. She was so tight back
then. My daydream ended as I realized that Gloria was deep inside
me. It was her first thrust all the way the snapped the dream. I
felt full like I had to take a shit. I was worried I would. Then
this sudden feeling of emptiness as she pulled it out. She seemed
to find a rhythm as she thrust in and out. I remember I would watch
her face and listen to her moans to know how to fuck her. As she
neared her peak, I would go faster with shorter strokes, that
always brought her over the top. I preferred long deep thrusts, in
and out to bring me to climax. I wandered what was driving her. I
wasn't giving her hints what to do, if I could cum. Did she really
feel some sexual turnon. Her rhythm was picking up now. She was
breathing harder and sweating. She seemed lost in her own thoughts,
like I wasn't really there. She was visibly tired and she was
obviously straining to go faster, with shorter strokes. She started
to moan, not from being tired, but from pleasure. She was actually
enjoying this and getting a sexual turn on. My ass felt totally
invaded and somehow not in my possession anymore. Her moaning
increased and her rhythm increases yet again. The pressure in my
ass as she thrust in was enormous only to feel like my inside were
being pulled out as she pulled out. My whole genital area was
sensitized and tingle. It spread up my spine and to my chest.
Gloria, was straining at her limits to fuck my ass faster as she
was starting to let out shrieks of pleasure. In a few seconds she
thrust her dildo deep inside me and held totally still, her back
arched, her face tense with ecstasy. She was took tired to scream
as her orgasm struck. She collapsed on top of me.
As she finally rolled off me, she looked at me and said. Now
I understand how you felt. The power wielded by penetrating someone
gave you a sense of control I now have. It's wonderful, but too
much work. We'll try it again sometime. Gloria, I asked, did you
really get off fucking my ass. She laughed, and stood up on the bed
over me. The dildo was red from my fake blood. The next time we do
this remind me not to do it when your having your period. It's too
messy. She pulled the dildo pants down, and as she did a smaller
dildo popped from her pussy. Silly, did you really think I could
climax by merely fucking your ass. These dildo pants are a little
different than yours. As I fuck you, this smaller dildo, expands
and fucks me. The faster I go the faster it expands and lengthens.
It's like fucking myself, only it uses the pressure your provide to
power my little dildo. Honey, I have so many toys to play with now,
you can't imagine what they have invented.
Over then next week and a half, Gloria tried every toy out on
herself and me. Daily prostrate massages were inorder as Gloria,
loved to have me cum, well ooze cum. She also seemed to enjoy
squeezing liquids of different consistencies into me. Then plugging
me with the dildo with a hole in it. She would love having me wear
a sanitary pad, diaper or just let me wet my panties. All in all it
wasn't so bad. We fell into a routine eventually, which thankfully
left out fucking my ass to often. Gloria, did not really like
giving me an enema which always preceeded anal fucking. Our
relationship also strengthened as I felt closer to her than I had
ever felt in the past. Ms. K and Ms. M sensed my change and became
my friends not tormentor. As long as I respected the rules laid
down by Gloria, my life, with the exception of orgasm was simpler,
less stressful and rather pleasant. I found I didn't mind serving
others and I knew that I mainly had to please Gloria.
When the lessons ended, it was sad. We had learned so much
about each other. We all kissed and hugged, even though we knew we
would see each other in a matter of a week. I even felt funny,
corseting up that morning and having Gloria remind me to wear my
male clothes that day. She did insist I remain corseted even for
the ride home. In fact, she had me wear my heels to get used to
driving in them. When we reached home, I escorted Gloria to the
house and returned to unpack our luggage. Gloria was waiting in the
den when I finished unpacking the last suitcase. I asked Gloria,
what I should wear now. Later honey, I feel tired and haven't
climaxed in several hours. I knelt between her legs and found her
panties damp. I massaged her feet and sucked each toe. I worked my
way up her legs and found her pussy wet and waiting for my tongue.
After her climax, without a word I prepared her bath. As she
slipped into the tub, she whispered, we need a larger tub. I have
some ideas for us.
Months have passed and Gloria and I are like newlyweds each
day. I drive off to work reminded on my new position in life as
chastity belt holds me secure. There is a event each year we are
waiting for now.
December 31 is a very special day for the women and their
obedient husbands. The evening starts with dinner cooked and served
by the husbands of course. After the ladies have completed the meal
and the table cleared, we can catch a bite to eat while cleaning up
the table and kitchen. It's after dinner that the fun begins. The
men are responsible for preparing and serving the munchies and
drinks. The women discuss the years events and plan for the coming
year. The major difference about tonight is that the women avoid
being serviced sexually during the early evening, in preparation
for the events to follow. At nine o'clock the men are arranged on
a circular table laying down on their backs. They are arranged
radially with their heads toward the center and their feet outward
and raised. In this position they are in a sitting position on
their backs. At the center of the table is a cushioned circular
raised center with cushioned rests for knees. This makes it very
comfortable for the wives to arrange themselves facing one another,
while enjoying oral service from their husbands. However, before
they indulge themselves, they add some additional spice to the
evenings plans. Each husband is hooked up to a "Cum Buster" which
carefully monitors the amount of cum generated by each husband. The
cum is them directed into the collection bottle. Directly behind
each husband is a removable pole attached to the table. From the
pole hands a two quart enema bag. The hose from the enema bag runs
to a small pump. The pump is controlled by the "Cum Buster." The
hose continues from the pump to a specially modified inflatable enema
nozzle. The inflatable nozzle prevents any enema fluid from leaking
out. At the end of the nozzle, deep inside the rectum is a special
probe controlled by a knob also located on the pump. The probe
remains in contact with the prostrate gland and can provide direct
stimulus to the prostrate. This is turn helps promote orgasms which
are constantly being teased by the Cum Buster. A liberal dose of
lubricant is applied to the penis sheath before the Cum Buster is
turned on. When the husbands are secured and ready, the enema pump
is turned on. A set flow rate is begun. It is designed so that in
three hours, the entire two quarts will be pumped into the husband.
The flow is interrupted for 15 minutes whenever the husband
deposits one ounce of cum. Given that there are twelve 15 minute
intervals from 9 to 12 PM. Each husband would need to deposit 12
ounces of cum in 3 hours. A feat that no one has achieved, thus
ensuring that each one receives at least a very sizeable enema. One
last detail. The enema pump is required since the enema fluid is a
bit unusual. You see, the women collect the cum from the Cum Buster
and save much of it over the year. In fact each collects in excess
of two gallons. Just to add insult to injury, each husband receives
someone elses cum. At the end of the evening, each husband had at
least 1 gallon of someone elses cum in him. While the husbands are
busy trying to cum, the wives enjoy the party. If a wife feels
especially nice, she can even stimulate his prostrate and help him
cum, reducing his enema.
At 11:30 PM another event takes place. By now each husband is
cramping from the enema and must now provide oral service to his
wife. The wives now mount their husbands at precisely 11:30 PM and
begin a contest. For 30 minutes the wives compete for the most
orgasms. A small sensor inserted within their vaginas monitors the
vaginal spasms and blood pressure to ensure an accurate orgasm
count. The winner with the most orgasms wins a vacation of her
choice. In addition, their are consolation prizes for the orgasm
closest to 12 midnight, the funniest face during orgasm and the
loudest scream. The husband providing the most orgasms is allowed
to expel his enema shortly after twelve o'clock. At 12 o'clock the
women relax while remaining firmly planted on their husband's
tongues and toast the new year with champagne. Each losing husband
is allowed to stand holding his enema while the wives refresh
themselves and the lucky husbands expels his quart or two of cum.
All the husbands are provided a well deserved cocktail. A tall
champagne glass filled with his favorite cum. Not until each has
drained his glass can be then discuss with his wife his new year
resolutions for this year. The wives of course have selected them
and discuss his achievements and failures from the previous years.
This can take sometime as new resolutions are made and old ones
broken are carefully discussed and repledged. This has taken as
long as an hour, while holding nearly 2 gallons of a cum enema. By
1 AM each husband has in turn relieved himself. The party continues
with each wife looking forward to the new year.
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