"Go into the basement. I have plans this weekend, and you are to be a part of them. A small, very subordinate, enslaved part, but still a part."
I walked down the stairs, and she said "Strip". I complied immediately. I was thoroughly conditioned as her slave. "Lie down, face up, on the weight bench."
She placed a Hitachi vibrator between my legs against my locked balls, and connected it to a speed control. A Magnum condom was fitted over the end of the already dripping cage (Cocks don't lie. It was hot as fuck to see and feel her control).
Layer after layer of plastic wrap was wound around, over and over, securing me to the bench, followed by layer after layer of duct tape, leaving my head, and my cock, exposed. I was effectively cocooned. Immobile. Helpless. The Jennings gag, and the eye speculum were fitted next. The gag stretched my jaw painfully wide, and I emitted a noise of alarm. I was equally alarmed at her cruel smirk instead of the compassion in her eyes that I'd grown to expect. She ratcheted the gag open another notch, and cooed when I gargled an open mouthed, muted scream of pain. A kiss on the top of my head felt more patronizing and mocking than affectionate, then she left. She turned out the basement lights on the way upstairs. I was in total darkness.
Changes. Chapter 4
She'd returned just once, to loosen the gag just a touch, and turn on the powerful vibrator pressed tightly against me. "I don't want you to come, slave, I want you to edge, over and over, and leak a steady stream, filling up that condom. While you watch me play. From here." She turned the control up, and I started leaking a stream of goo from the tip of the cage, as if on command. "Ooh! That setting is perfect! Chad and Jerome will be here soon. Ta ta, "my love"."
She turned on the iPad above my face. As she walked up the stairs, I was again, plunged into darkness, except for the view of our currently empty bed on the iPad suspended above me.
They'd arrived shortly thereafter. I watched them, helplessly bound one story beneath them, as they filled her up with their fat cocks, and came over and over again. As they came hard inside the condoms taking turns fucking her tight pussy, and her even tighter ass, I watched and listened from the basement below, eyes burning, and jaw painfully distended.
I watched, as she set each one aside, careful not to spill a drop. I drooled helplessly inside the gag, unable to speak, or call out to her. "No! Don't take it this far, baby! There is no going back, after this! Don't do it!" All that came out was "argh". My spit dribbled steadily down my cheeks and chin, and my eyes burning and watered, tears flowing over my temples, wetting the bench beneath me. My tears were a product of the discomfort of the speculums forcing them open, and from the anguish of watching the love of my life take her pleasure from the two brutes. I was powerless to halt the course of the evening, and where she was taking it.
After the three of them had fucked for what seemed like hours, I watched them for a time, lounging on our bed stroking each other. I had no choice. My eyes were pried wide open by the speculums. My jaws were still held open in a mockery of a wide mouthed smile. I was helpless, and heartbroken to see the love of my life be fucked and defiled by these men. I was still dripping steadily into the condom, the vibrator still at work on me. More conditioning. By Her.
I watched, as her beautiful face approached the camera, expecting a word of encouragement, but it simply went black. In the instant before it did, I saw it. There was no love in her eyes for me any longer. I was property now.
I heard her sexy Jimmy Choos descending the stairs, followed by their plodding, heavier footfalls. The shoes had been a Christmas gift from me. She'd never worn them, and had teased that she would only wear them when she cuckolded me for real. This was for real.
"You've been here for four hours, my slave. Are you thirsty?" My eyes tried to blink "yes", but I could not, and it was painful to try. "Oh! You've seen what I needed you to see me do upstairs. I can take those cruel things off now. The gag stays."
I instinctively tried to say: "Thank you, my Goddess", but I could not speak.
"Oh! Look at how much come has collected! I think you LIKE to watch me get fucked and filled up, don't you, slave?" She slid the condom off the end of the cock cage, pendulous with collected pre-come, then unceremoniously upended it into my gaping, gagged mouth. I gagged a bit, but managed to swallow it. "You still seem thirsty, slave. I've brought you a surprise. Several surprises, actually. Open wide! Oh. Wait. You are already open wide. I just need to tip, and pour..." What felt like gallons of her lover's come collected in my mouth. I had no choice, but to swallow to avoid choking.
"Hmm. I'll bet you are hungry, too, aren't you? I've installed you down here just after lunchtime, and you haven't had dinner yet!"
I'd served her this way before, but having her lovers looking on, as she proceeded to feed me like she had, so many times before, was humiliating. Still, it excited me to see her exert so much control, and revel in her cruelty to me. She squatted with one foot on either side of my face, and evacuated, completely, filling my forcibly opened mouth to the brim of my tortured lips, packing my mouth with her gifts.
I used my tongue to soften the lumps of my Goddess' waste, and swallow it, bit by bit, as her two lovers looked on.
"Aww. You've consumed it all! Good boy! I think you need more, and I'm cleaned out. Chad, help me to fit this bowl into place. My slave still looks hungry."
