Part 5
Now, as he waited in the silent empty house for his mistress to return from her date, the kneeling cuckold considered the current state of his marriage.
He smiled wanly to himself under his black spandex hood.
Although, theirs could no longer be considered to be a conventional union, both husband and wife were happier than ever.
At least they were in it together.
The husband let his eyes drift down to his chastity cage. The steel cage had been down-sized several times over the past few years as his inert penis continued to atrophy in its perpetual confinement. The current enclosure was barely larger than a thimble.
He wondered idly if he was capable of achieving even a modest erection anymore.
He doubted it.
He shrugged in the silence of the empty house.
He did not mourn his lost manhood. The cuckold took his pleasure now from pleasing his wife and her bulls.
This was the path he had chosen.
It had been over four years since that fateful encounter with their alpha bull at the bar. There had been over two dozen bulls since then, each special in their own way, but he and his wife had not yet formed another connection like the one they had shared with their first true bull.
Maybe that would change tonight.
His wife had not told him much about the man she was meeting, but she had hinted that if things worked out, he might be a good long-term prospect for them.
As if in response to his musings, the husband's phone chimed in the quiet stillness of the empty house, snapping the cuckold out of his reverie.
It was a text from his wife.
"My date is going well, slut. I've been telling him all about you. He wants to see a pic of you in your outfit."
The cuckold's pulse quickened. He swallowed several times, feeling that familiar frisson of excitement mixed with a twinge of dread.
"Yes, ma'am," he texted back quickly.
The husband navigated to his saved pictures on his phone and found a recent one of him dressed in the outfit he was currently wearing.
He eyed the picture for several seconds. It showed him kneeling with his hands crossed behind his back, his head bowed in submission.
He was hooded and collared and dressed only in a black leather corset with thigh high stockings and black patent leather pumps. His lips were smeared with bright red lipstick.
The husband looked more closely at the image. His pierced and stretched nipples were clearly on display as was the tiny steel enclosure of the custom made steel chastity cage. He pinched the screen, enlarging the crotch area until he could clearly read the tattoo inscribed on to the delicate flesh of his pale, hairless pubis.
"S I S S Y C U C K"
He sent the picture to his wife.
For several minutes, nothing happened, then his phone pinged again.
"He says you're cute. He's totally fine with you sucking his cock. Now he wants to see a pic of your plugged ass. He's never used a sissy before, so he wants to see the goods."
"Yes ma'am," the husband responded quickly.
The husband swallowed again, his ears burning beneath his hood.
This one has a cruel streak.
He found the appropriate picture. It showed the husband on all fours in stockings and heels, the jeweled base of his butt plug twinkling in the light of the camera flash. His buttocks were firm and well-shaped, the results of his mandatory thrice weekly Pilates sessions.
The large tramp stamp his wife had had inked at the small of his back was also quite prominent in the photo.
"A N A L S L U T"
His wife stood in the foreground, her left hip cocked jauntily, her right hand holding his leash. She was smiling at the camera, her eyes twinkling with merriment.
He sent the image off to his wife.
Several seconds passed before she replied.
"He finds you acceptable. We'll be coming home soon. He wants you blindfolded when we arrive. Greet us at the door on your knees."
"Yes, ma'am," the husband texted back dutifully.
The husband sighed and rose to fetch the leather blindfold, then returned to his position by the front door. He dropped to his knees and applied the blindfold, fastening the velcro straps tightly together at the back of his head.
In the sudden darkness, the husband pondered the possibilities of the evening ahead.
***
After a few more minutes, the husband heard the front door opening, accompanied by the sound of his wife's musical laughter.
The husband straightened on his knees, careful to keep his head bowed and his wrists crossed submissively at the small of his back.
"There she is! I told you she'd be waiting for us. Such a good girl," his wife tittered, her voice slightly slurred with alcohol.
The man said nothing.
The husband felt a sharp tug at his neck as his wife jerked his leash.
"Crawl to the couch, slut," she ordered curtly, leading him out of the foyer and into their richly appointed living room. The husband, still blindfolded, crawled slowly and awkwardly, feeling his way with his hands to avoid bumping into the furniture.
When they reached the couch, the wife dropped the leash.
"Inspection position!" she barked.
The husband stood quickly, wobbling on his high heels. He laced his hands behind his head and spread his legs wide apart, thrusting out his pelvis so his chastity cage and tattoo were on full display.
"Come take a look," the wife said, her voice husky. "I love showing off my pet."
The husband heard heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor as the man approached him. He soon sensed a looming presence nearby.
"Like I was saying at the bar, we're a package deal," the wife said casually. "Not only do you get me, you also get to use my sissy however you want whenever you want. Isn't that right, whore?"
"Yes, ma'am," the husband replied softly.
The cuckold sensed movement nearby.
"Don't be shy. Feel her up," the wife offered indulgently.
The husband felt a hand cup his left buttock, then his right. The twin hands squeezed his cheeks appraisingly. After a few more squeezes, the hands slid away from his ass. He felt the man's fingers tracing the letters of his tramp stamp at the small of his back before withdrawing.
The husband sensed the man circling him.
