Cnc Nightmare Ch 01

This story follows on from the previous ones about the adventures of myself and my wife Louise, and in particular the series entitled 'The Weekend'. This story deals with CNC (Consensual Non-Consensual), and I should stress that this is fantasy, not a diary!

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Our life had settled down now into an FLR (Female led Relationship) which we were both happy with. Louise kept me in chastity 24/7, with the key blatantly displayed around her neck. After some experimentation, we had settled on a metal cage that was large enough for me to fit comfortably as long as I wasn't aroused, but small enough to be invisible under normal street clothing. I didn't have access to a key, but there was one in the house for use in a sealed box, for use only in a strict emergency. One weekend a month, I was released, and we spent the weekend as a vanilla couple, including having sex with each other, but for the rest of the time, I was locked away, and not allowed physical contact with Louise. During these locked periods, she would sometimes see other people, both men and women, and sleep with them, either in hotel rooms or sometimes in our house, where I would be introduced as her cuckold partner, and be forced to hear, or sometimes witness, them having sex.

This arrangement suited both of us. I had realised that I craved the cuckold lifestyle, and was safe enough in our relationship to know that Louise would always stay with me. She had realised that she couldn't be happy within a monogamous relationship, so our arrangement allowed her to take the varied lovers that she needed. We had done a lot of experimentation to get to this stage, after our various kinks had been exposed to us during a long weekend at the house of a Master and Mistress, who had subjected us both to testing experiences. This had also resulted in the awakening of Louise's bi-sexual tendencies, and had led to her taking a long term female lover for several months. Although her lover had now moved away due to work, and they no longer saw each other, Louise continued to date women as well as men, and had several regular partners that she spent the night with.

During one of our 'vanilla' weekends, we were cuddling in bed together, recovering from some tender love making, when she whispered in my ear;

"I'd really like someone to be rough with me!"

She said it so timidly that I wasn't sure if I had heard her correctly, but she repeated it.

"Not you though, it would have to be someone else. Do you know what CNC is?"

I hadn't heard the term before, so Louise explained that it was where you agreed to act in a non-consensual way - Consensual Non-Consensual sex. Once all the parties agreed, there were no safe words, so it had to be done with someone that you trusted, but once the scenario started, the submissive had no control over the outcome, or any ability to stop it.

Louise drifted off to sleep, as I thought about what she had said, and realised that this could be a new step for us. During that first weekend, with the Mistress and Master, we had both seen each other fucked hard, several times over. Louise had been spanked during the weekend, and I knew that she fantasised about bondage scenarios, but wasn't sure how far she had explore since then with any of her lovers. Our sex was limited to vanilla lovemaking, missionary or doggy style, and on the rare occasions that I had tried to be dominant she had pushed my hands away dismissively.

I hadn't had any contact with the Mistress for months, but knew that she would be someone that we could both trust to do this, if she was willing. I still had her email from my initial contact, and so I sent her an innocuous message the next day, saying that I would like to ask for her assistance with a 'lifestyle' event, if she was interested. Somewhat to my surprise, she replied quickly, and suggested meeting for a coffee in a couple of days time.

I didn't say anything to Louise, but later that week, I ended up in a cafe, sitting across the table from the Mistress. It was strange seeing her in the 'real world' - she was in her fifties, stunningly attractive, and wearing a business suit, and anyone watching would have thought that we see having a work meeting, which in a way we were. I told her about Louise's question, and how I would be happy to go ahead with it, if she would be wiling to take charge of the control. Her stern face softened as I spoke, and she almost smiled, which had been a rarity in our pervious encounters.

"This is something I would love to explore. There are a few conditions, the first of which is that I would need to have Louise's assurance that she is happy to do this. We would need to establish total consent from both of you before we started, and then from the moment that you entered my house, you would be totally under my control. There would be no safe words, no backing out, and of course I would be free to do anything to either of you. The only thing that I would guarantee is that there would be no lasting physical marks, but apart from that, anything goes. "

I was still wearing my cage, and I winced as my cock hardened, swelling painfully within its metal enclosure, becoming aroused as she spoke to me. Her eyebrows lifted, and I felt her foot nudge me between my legs under the table.

"Are you wearing a cage? That's very encouraging, Louise has obviously got you under control. I must remember to get the key from her before you come to the house!"

We parted, shaking hands as if we had just signalled a business deal, and she promised to ring us at home soon, so that she could talk to Louise. When I got home, Louise had just got in from work, and as I started to prepare our evening meal, I confessed that I had met the Mistress that afternoon. Her eyes narrowed in anger, so I quickly explained why I had seen her.

"Do you remember asking about CNC the other night?"

"I vaguely remember mentioning it. What have you got us into now?"

It was my initial clumsy emailing of the Mistress that had brought us into the BDSM world, and at the time Louise had initially been angry, but had then taken charge and set us up for our weekend at their house, which awakened the latent kinks within both of us. I could see her starting to flush, and the tell tale signs of arousal as she digested what I had just told her.

"So if we did this, we would be totally under her control, unable to stop or back out of anything that might be happening? She would be able to do anything to us that she wanted, even if we begged her to stop?"

I was stammering as I replied, worried that I had crossed a line.

"That's right - but only if you agree to go ahead with it. She's going to call you later to talk about it. I wouldn't suggest it with anyone else but you know we can trust her."

My wife shook her head and stomped out of the room, leaving me no indication of what she thought. I didn't know if she was cross with me, thought the whole idea was stupid, or on the other hand, really wanted to do it. Later that evening, her phone rang, and she disappeared into the sitting room, where I could hear her talking for a long time. When she had finished she re-joined me.

"It's all sorted. Keep the weekend free, and prepare yourself for anything. If we turn up at her house at 6pm, and knock on the door, that will be all she needs to know that we have accepted her control over our lives for the following 48 hours!"

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The rest of the week passed slowly, and we both avoided talking about what was coming up. I found myself drifting off into little fantasies, remembering the submissive roles we had both been made to take when we went to the Mistress before, At the time it had been shocking, but our life since then had made it seen almost normal. I wondered what plans the Mistress had for Louise, and also for myself, as we relinquished ourselves to her. Eventually, Friday arrived, and we found ourselves pulling up outside the familiar imposing Victorian terrace.

"Last chance to back out?" I asked Louise.

"No fucking way! I've been looking forward to this all week!"

We walked to gather up the winding pathway to the door, to find a note pinned to it.

"Let yourselves in and follow instructions."

I tried the door handle. It wasn't locked so I pushed it open, and walked with Louise into the long dimly lit hall, memories of our previous visit flooding back. As before, there was a trunk on the floor in front of us, with another note pinned to it.

"Strip and put all your clothes in the trunk. Put the blindfolds on, and then kneel, with your hands behind you. Do not talk!"

I opened the trunk, to find two black eye masks inside. I opened my mouth say something to Louise, but she quickly raised her finger to her lips, and shook her head to stop me. In silence we stripped, and knelt on the floor, naked apart from my cock cage, and the key hanging around Louise's neck. I slipped the blindfold over my head and clasped my hands behind my back. There was silence apart from our breathing. Louise was panting beside me, and I knew that she would be wet between her legs if I was to touch her. My cock was tight in its metal cage, straining for release. The only other sound was a slowly ticking clock.

As I focussed on that sound, I heard another faint noise, a tapping which became louder, and which I then realised were heels on the polished wooden floor. They grew closer and then stopped, and I sensed another person standing very close to me, faint perfume wafting into my nostrils.

Suddenly there was a ratcheting sound beside me, and a squeal from Louise, followed by the sound of a slap.

"Silence, bitch!" Thundered the Mistress. "One simple fucking order, and you can't even do that!"

Another slap was followed by silence, apart from the ticking clock, and faint snuffles from Louise next to me. Suddenly I felt my hands grasped and the same ratcheting, followed by cold metal against my wrists, and I realised that she had put cuffs on us both. Her breath was on my ear as the Mistress whispered,

"Do not move a fucking muscle. I will be watching."

I heard her pull Louise to her feet, and then the sounds of foot steps receded, a mixture of her clicking heels and my wife's padding feet. I heard a couple more slaps as they disappeared, mixed with Louise's whimpering. Kneeling in silence, the only relief was the constant slow tick from the clock. I tried to count the seconds, and got to about 10 minutes when I heard the footsteps returning.

My hands were grabbed, and I was pulled onto my feet, with just a short instruction.

"Walk!"

The hand held my cuffed wrists behind me and marched me down the hall, the blindfold still over me head. She lead me up some stairs, and I felt the lush carpeting under my bare feet, losing track of where I was being lead, until we suddenly stopped, and the blindfold was ripped from my eyes. I was in a room, facing a wall, with a large metal cage beside me. It was like a dog cage, but much sturdier, obviously automatic made.

"Open wide!"

I parted my lips, and the unseen Mistress pushed a ball bag into my mouth, forcing my jaw open, and buckling the strap tight around my head, before pushing me to my knees.

"Inside and face the wall."

I shuffled in through the open cage door. The floor was padded with a dog training mat, and I was just able to squeeze myself in, crouched uncomfortably with my hands still behind me. The door clanged shut, and I heard a lock click shut, imprisoning me inside. I still hadn't seen the Mistress, but could smell her perfume and realised that she was standing just beside me, on the other side of the bars. I felt my hands grasped and then the handcuffs were removed.

"You may sit on the floor, and turn to face me."

With my hands free, I sat down on the page floor, and swung myself round to get my first look at her since we had arrived. Her long blond hair was scraped into a severe pony tail, and she was dressed all in black leather, thigh length high heeled boots, mini skirt, and a bustier encasing her jutting breasts. She was a gorgeous goddess, and my cock rewarded me with pain, as it tried to swell within its cage. Bending towards me, her voice was low and menacing.

"I'll allow you to sit there without being restrained - but if I hear a single word, then you will be trussed up like a chicken for the night, do you understand?"

I nodded my agreement - "Yes Mistress."

I was rewarded with a face full of saliva as she spat at me, and sat motionless as it dripped down my cheeks.

"Good boy, now sit still and keep quiet."

She left the room, and I had a look round. It was dominated by an enormous king size bed, and a throne-like leather chair facing it. There was little else in the room apart from my cage, and the bed had just a sheet on it, with nothing else, no covers or pillows. I heard sounds outside and then the door burst open.

The Mistress strode in pulling a struggling Louise behind her, her hands now cuffed in front of her. She was wearing a ball bag like mine, and her eyes were wet and puffy. Her mascara had run, and I could see tears dripping down her cheeks as she sobbed silently. There were red marks on her arse cheeks, and I remembered the slapping sounds from earlier. The Mistress tugged her towards the bed, and slapped her across the face, before throwing her on to it.

"You fucking bitch," she screamed, "How dare you say no to me?"

The Mistress grabbed her bound hands, stretching them above her head and tying them to a rope hanging from the head board, before untying the gag, and pulling it from her mouth.

Louise wailed, her voice broken and sobbing.

"Please let me go Mistress, I'll do anything you want. I'll pay you to let me go, please!"

There was desperation in her words, but the Mistress was unmoved. She turned to me.

"I really don't know what the bitch's problem is. All I've asked her to do is a bit of fucking, and she's started acting like this? It's not like she hasn't fucked before."

Louise turned to me, pleading.

"Please, she's going to sell me. She's advertised on line, and men are going to come and rape me. Please tell her, I don't want to do this any more."

I still had the gag in my mouth so all I could do was mumble. Surely the Mistress wasn't going to go through with this, it would just be a way of terrorising Louise. However, another part of my brain started to tell me that this was what had both wanted and had signed up to. After all, this was the 'Non-consensual' part of CNC. Was I really going to see my wife traded on the internet, and raped in front of my eyes?

The Mistress picked up a riding crop from her chair and waved it in front of Louise's terrified eyes.

"This is what you are going to get if you don't behave!"

She raised it high above her head, and swung it down on Louise, who curled and turned in an attempt to avoid the lash. It struck her on the side of her buttocks, the crack of the impact immediately obscured by Louise's scream as the pain hit her. We had never really experimented with beating, apart from some mild spanking, and I knew Louise's pain threshold was low, she would never be able to take a whipping.

Thankfully the Mistress didn't strike her again, and my terrified wife turned back to stare at her, her eyes pleading. The Mistress reached towards a button mounted on the walled beside the bed and pushed it, and I heard a muffled buzzing coming from outside the room.

"First customer!" announced the Mistress, as she settled into her chair.

The door opened, and a naked man stride in. He was tall and athletic, and I recognised the Master from our previous visit. His cock was huge, a good ten inches, and thick. Louise had fucked him happily before, and I felt relief as I realised that this was just going to be a fantasy. She stared up at him as he climbed on to the bed, pulling her feet so that her arms were stretched tight above her head. His cock was already erect, and he moved between her legs, pushing them apart. Pausing for a moment, he turned his head to the Mistress, who gave a slight nod of permission, and then he thrust forward, burning himself in Louise with one quick movement.

Her head flung back as he entered her, and she screamed as he bottomed out, hitting her cervix with the head of his cock. There had been no foreplay or tenderness, and she wasn't as wet as she needed to be in order to accommodate his size. A hand clamped down on her mouth, silencing her, as he started to piston in and out, her legs flopping uselessly as she struggled beneath him.

I watched the assault with a mixture of horror and excitement. I was watching my wife being helplessly taken against her will, but it excited me. My cock strained in its tight cage, and pre-cum dripping from its tip. I knew that if the cage was free, and I could touch myself, I would erupt in an orgasm, but all I could do was sit helplessly, my cock trapped as I watched another man savagely fuck my wife.

The bed shook as the thrust into her, and I could see Louise pulling at the ropes holding her hands above her in vain as she tried to get away from him. It was hopeless of course, he had her pinned down and there was nothing she could do as the assault continued. Suddenly he tensed, and I knew he was cumming, pouring his load into my defenceless wife's ravaged cunt.

He pulled out, sitting back on his heels to catch his breath, the room silent apart from Louise's quiet sobs. The master got off the bed, and crossed to his own wife, giving her a deep kiss, before he left the room. She turned to me and smiled evilly.

"I guess 'first customer' was not entirely accurate, as he didn't have to pay. But he always gets first go at any woman we bring into the house, you know that."

She picked up a laptop from the floor, and turned the screen to face me. I recognised the fetish web site, its red banner obvious, and the large message standing out at the top off the page.

"Fuck my whore wife, for one night only"

The picture underneath must have been photoshopped earlier because it showed a naked woman on the bed, her arms tied above her just like Louise, with identical black hair, and the eyes covered by a mask. Although I knew it couldn't be Louise in the picture, it looked just like her, and there was no mistaking what was on offer.

The Mistress laughed at me.

"It's amazing what you can do with a laptop nowadays. It was so easy to set this up, and the emails have been flooding in. We've had to set up a queuing system."

She rose out of the chair and came to squat beside me, staring into my face.

"Weren't you surprised that I agreed to do this so readily, and for free? Everything has to be paid for, and tonight your pretty little wife is going to pay for this weekend. I'm going to see her to whoever wants her, and then can do what they like. Just one rule - no marks. And I will be in the room with them. Lucky you, you get to watch."

I still wasn't sure that she was going to go through with this. Like the Master, this could all be a set-up, just role play?

She must have read my mind.

"Don't think that this is just some silly make believe. Every man who comes into the room now will be paying to use your wife, like a common cheap whore. And talking of cheap...."

She lifted the screen to me so that I could read the detail.

"Each person who use the whore will pay half of what the previous client paid. This is to compensate for the men who will have had her before you. The price will start at 50.00 for the first fuck."

So she was selling Louise as a cheap whore. I didn't know what the prices were like for working girls, but I didn't think you would get much for that. And of course, the price would drop swiftly after the first customer.