In the bathroom, Donna looked into the mirror and laughed with confidence. Their plan was working to a charm and her husband was utterly clueless. Her hair was a mess and for the moment she could care less. Finally, there would be no need for sneaking around. She would be free to entertain Master Black and his raunchy friends whenever he wanted and that suited her. It was the way it should be when a woman enslaves herself to a man.
To start preparations for his arrival she decided to take a shower. When her Master arrived she wanted her appearance to leave no one guessing what she was or what she was meant for.
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By the time Master Black arrived, my knees were numb and the birds were singing outside. First light was only moments away and I thought I heard several car doors closing. My suspicion was confirmed when Master Black arrived at the door with other men behind him.
"Good morning Bob, may we come in?" He opened the door and walked into my house without waiting for an answer. Six other men followed him and all seven of them stood in a circle around me.
"Who are all these guys?"
"Who they are is irrelevant, but if you must know, those two guys are David and Larry, industry peers of mine." He pointed to the two guys across and to the left from where he stood. They are WILF hunters, here to fuck and film your slut wife Bob."
My jaw dropped in response to Master Black's news. Still, I remained on my knees and when he realized I was listening, he continued. "The two men to my immediate left are furniture movers slash set builders, camera men and porn actors."
I looked at the two men he singled out. They winked at me and one even smiled, friendly-like. "They are Gary and Jay and they are going to start by re-arranging some rooms in your house in order to accommodate the filming."
"Who are these other two guys?" I pointed at the two guys he hadn't introduced yet.
"To tell you the truth, I can't remember their names," he smiled broadly and everyone but me and the two unknown guys laughed.
"Why are they here?"
"Who are you guys and why are you here?" asked Master Black.
"We don't know him," began the first guy. "We met him at a club," chimed in the other guy. "He sold us time with some white bitch," they said practically in unison.
"That's right, I forgot. They're our customers!" he laughed again.
"I hope the white bitch is actually a woman and not you," said the first customer. "I'm so horny, I'll fuck the husband if you put a bag over his head," said a smiling customer #2.
Everyone laughed uproariously.
I trembled as I looked at customer #2. His face was pocked with acne scars. His teeth were gold-capped and his bulging stomach repulsed me. If he was hung, I didn't really care. His physical appearance was a complete turn-off and if someone needed a bag over his head it was him.
"Bob, tell these men about you; speak to why we're here."
"I love my wife, but she is insatiable and I need help pleasuring her," I began sheepishly. Telling these strangers of my inadequacy was humiliating and I looked to Master Black for some relief. Of course, there was none.
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" he bellowed.
"I get turned on seeing my wife dominated by Master Black and I called to ask him to take charge of both of us as a couple."
"That's better. I thought maybe you had forgotten why you invited us. I understand you've been having submission dreams, is that right Bob?"
"Something like that."
"What kind of dreams then Bob?"
"Donna is fucked by men with larger cocks then I'll ever have. She creams for them better than me. Stuff like that."
They laughed. "Is he for real?" asked customer #1.
"Oh, he's for real alright. Tell them Bob."
"Look at me. He told me to meet him on my knees at the front door. My wife is upstairs getting ready for his visit. When she comes down here and you see her eyes sparkle and glazed over with lust, you'll think you've hit the jackpot."
"Your cock is erect. Stick it out so everyone can see what she's been riding."
Shame overcame me as I succumbed to his direction. With very little effort and a deep-seated desire to see my wife totally used by these men, I stabbed my hard cock into the air for all to see.
After they paused from laughing so hard, Master Black said, "Tell us about your dream last night."
"Huh?"
"Your wife told me you had an elaborate dream of being in the closet and watching her being sold as a common prostitute to me. Tell these men about your dream Bob. Explain the details of the closet.
As I spoke, my core muscles held firm and my cock remained jutting outward. I described the closet in detail as well as how I came to be bound within that closet and forced to watch my wife submit to Master Kevin and Master Black.
One of the men interrupted me several times to ask specific questions about the closet and finally when I finished my story, he turned to Master Black and said "I think we can build out his closet the way he wants."
"What?" I asked.
"Do it," said Master Black, "and send me the bill."
The man grinned broadly, "Yes sir, thank you sir."
"Oh my god," I said accepting the fact that this was going to happen. I wondered what else I should say to them as if they could make it happen too.
"Be a good boy, Bob. Because deep down, you know you are a cuckold and submissive and you need to be bound, gagged and humiliated as you watch your wife willingly engage in sex with others while denying you the same privilege."
"Yes Master." As I confirmed his statement, my erection grew harder.
"Bob do you care what happens to Donna?"
"Yes, I care deeply."
"And that is why you are turning to me isn't it? You want her life enriched with meaning and purpose and for her to feel satisfaction and you need help to give her that, isn't that right?"
"Yes Master."
Master Black withdrew a heavy leather band from his coat jacket and held it out for me to see. "This is a collar Bob. It's branded with the word cuckold on the front." He held it up for me to verify. It said cuckold.
"Is that for me to wear sir?"
"Well I can assure you it's not for me or anyone else here Bob. Is that right?" he asked the men circled around me.
They all shook their heads and stared at me. The two film guys were laughing and said "hell no. we're not cuckolds, we do that to guys like you Bob."
"Do you want to wear it Bob?"
"Yes sir."
"Why?"
"So Donna knows too."
"Because you want her to know that I own you like I own her and she has no reason to deny herself the pleasure of becoming the slut wants t be, isn't that right Bob."
"Yes Master."
"Bow your head to the floor Bob." When I did as he instructed I felt the collar touch my neck and then Master Black clasped it at the rear.
"When you wear this collar, your official name is Boy, although you will probably be called all sorts of names." Everyone laughed.
Master Black unzipped his trousers. The zipper sounded loud as he did it. Then he whipped out his big cock and held it out in front of me. I stared at it, wondering what he had in mind. Master Black snapped his fingers and told the film guys and the two customers to go upstairs and introduce themselves to Donna. They grinned and said "no problem," practically in unison. Then they high-fived each other and ran up stairs.
"Boy, Gary and Jay have no interest in your wife. They are going to re-model your living room. It will take them about two hours for tear-down and setup. This will give you and Donna some time to get warmed up for the main event." He laughed loudly.
"You guys can get started any time you like, I'm just going to get this boy re-acquainted with his other vice...sucking black cock." As the two guys started moving my couch to the hallway, Master Black took off his shoes, trousers, jacket and shirt. He was buck naked just like me now.
He towered over me as he stood next to me and put his cock to my lips. He looked down at me and when he held my eye contact, he nodded expectantly and I parted my lips to take him into my mouth. He tasted wonderful and I swallowed as much as I could with the greed of a fat kid in a candy store. Each moment his cock remained in my mouth, I felt my will to orally pleasure him increase in strength and my urge to fight him diminish. There was really no fight left when I gently sucked his balls into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. And when the idea surfaced to tongue his ass hole, I succumbed to my lust and went for it.
"Oh yeah, that's what I like. You're a naughty boy. I love it. Work your tongue into my man hole. Eat me out you sex-crazed lunatic. Yeah, that's it. Show your Master what a sick fuck you really are."
His ass smelled and tasted awful but I couldn't help myself. Lust teased my appetite for submission to him and this degrading act was purely meant to show him just how much I appreciated his being there to take over our lives. Out of habit, I reached down to stroke my cock. It was my reward to myself for being so lewd.
"You know boy, I should whip you raw for stroking that thing without my permission."
I stopped stroking and pushed my tongue as far into his ass as I could. It was totally disgusting to breathe in his anal scent and to rub my tongue along the walls of his asshole, not really knowing what I was bumping into.
"That's better. You know if you're going to become my apprentice to dominate your beautiful trophy wife, I think its best that you first learn what it is to truly submit. Don't you agree?"
"Uh huh," I was unsure if it was okay to disengage from his ass hole and respond with a complete sentence.
"I'll take that as a yes. I have to tell you that your interest in my ass hole is quite a nice surprise. I love a nice warm tonguing down there. Are you getting me ready for your cock lover?"
I pulled away and momentarily looked at his disgusting wet ass. "No sir."
"I love a nice cock in my ass. Won't you reconsider?"
