Mel The Once And Future Slut Ch 02

Huge thanks to CheekyDick1960 for contacting me about the major cut and paste error. You're a star. Mel xx

As usual Dan was up at 5 and I could hear him creeping around, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb me, but I was just pretending to be asleep and I'd been awake for an hour already. I couldn't believe how nervous I was, to the point of feeling nauseous, but it was excitement and sexual tension too.

I tried to go back to sleep but it was no good. My hands kept drifting to my cunt and nipples and I ended up nearly cumming but decided to keep my horniness levels up and stopped.

I got up at 7, made tea and sat wondering what to wear. We were going to be in a public place, so I couldn't be too overtly slutty, but I'd decided that yesterday's pointed look had been with reference to my bra. Obviously with fake tits I don't really need one, but a lot of clothes aren't fully opaque, plus I've got pretty obvious nipples - very obvious if I'm even a tiny bit aroused - so I almost always wear a bra, unless we're away somewhere and I want to look really trashy. So, no bra, no knickers. Eventually I picked out a little two-piece number patterned with little pink and white flowers. It had a top with puffy short sleeves, a wide elastic waist and press-stud fasteners down the front and a low square cut neckline, and the skirt was also elastic at the waist and came to just above my knees sitting nicely around my hips to show a little strip of tanned tummy. The hems and cuffs had pretty white frills, so it looked really girlie and cute, but if I undid a few of the front fasteners it showed a great deal of my tits. I'd wear my white gym shoes and short white socks with frills too, and I decided to put my hair into a ponytail for extra sickening Barbiness. Slut! I thought to myself, looking in the mirror. I was getting a bit old for this look, but fuck it.

Outfit picked, I stripped again and took two Imodium to slow down my bowel and hunted out my enema gear. Dan and I didn't do anal very often, he's just too big, and I couldn't possibly imagine how meeting a guy in a park, pervert or not, could realistically lead to having my arse fucked, but I really didn't know what was happening, or was going to happen, and I wanted to be as prefect and ready as possible. I made another cup of tea and let that thought sink in for a while. I was going alone to meet a stranger, a self-confessed pervert stranger, in a park, and as a prelude to that I was preparing to wash out my asshole on the off-chance that this stranger might want to fuck it. What the fuck are you doing Mel? I asked myself. Being a slut, my little demon replied with a giggle.

The morning dragged by so slowly. I did my hair and makeup, had an enema three times, drank so much tea that I was pissing every 5 minutes and at 10 I got dressed. Checking myself in the mirror again I thought I looked hot as fuck.

My phone dinged and my first thought was that it might be Paul cancelling on me. I rushed to my phone, my heart hammering in my chest, but half way there I realised that he didn't have my number, so it couldn't be him. I saw it was actually a text from Dan, so now I was frightened that he'd be asking me to not go! Noooo!

Good luck, he'd written. The relief was massive and I skipped out of the door like a happy school girl - or maybe more like Red Riding Hood going to meet the wolf.

I was still way too early so I drove around a bit, trying to make the time pass, but all too soon, and still half an hour early, I pulled over outside our town's tidy little park. I sat with the engine running and the air conditioning on, not wanting to sweat, but my cunt was wet as fuck and with not wearing knickers I knew there'd be a wet patch in my skirt.

Quarter to. Fuck it, I couldn't sit still any longer, so after a moments deliberation, and seeing no-one around, I popped another fastener open, now revealing an indecent amount of tit and even a hint of nipple if I twisted by body a bit, I grabbed my phone and I got out to walk around the park for a while. Thankfully there wasn't another soul in sight to see my tits hanging out and my nipples poking holes in my top. I sort of recall that it was a really lovely day as I walked through the entrance but I was far too nervous to properly notice, and then I just about died when I heard 'Good morning,' from behind me.

Once I'd swallowed my heart back into my chest, I turned to see Paul coming through the gate, that little smile on his face.

He kept walking and, as he passed me said, 'You appear to have sat in something wet Melanie. Come,' he added, nodding into the park towards the fountain.

He was nicely dressed in trousers, polished brown shoes and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up very precisely. Sitting on the stone edge of the fountain he gave the space to one side a little pat and said, 'Sit,' and, wanting to be a good doggy, I sat.

For a few seconds he just looked me over, then he leant forward and carefully fastened two of the press-studs on my dress, smiling and muttering under his breath 'So keen.'

I was both confused and a little embarrassed, but he sat back, looked me in the eye and said, 'Now Melanie, tell me what happened yesterday afternoon.'

My embarrassment cranked up the dial to max and I'm sure I went beetroot red, but Paul just smiled and waited. It took me a while and a few stammering false starts to get going, but then it came out in a breathless rush. Once I'd got to the bit where we'd both cum with me riding Dan's cock I sort of fizzled out, then remembered my plan, snatched up my phone, opened the gallery and all but threw it to Paul in my haste for him to see me. Me with Dan's cum all over my face.

'There are some more,' I said, miming a swiping motion.

He flicked back and forth a bit, musing, 'That's a big cock Melanie, and a lot of cum.'

'Yes,' I agreed, nodding, 'Really big.' I wondered if he might find that off-putting or intimidating in some way, men being weird like that, but I didn't think Paul was that type.

'And is it true Melanie, what you said? What you told your husband? What you said you want?'

'Yes,' I said, flushing pink again and wringing my hands.

'Then tell me,' he said. 'Tell me what you want. Exactly,' he stressed, 'what you want'

I took a deep breath and let it just pour out - I wanted to be a filthy slut, slutier than I'd ever been, I wanted to be used and abused by perverts who would use my body for their pleasure. I babbled on and on in a rush telling him how it had started off as a bit of a teasing fantasy with Dan but that it had grown out of control and that I now really wanted it, needed it, desperately! I explained that I thought Dan also really really wanted it, but that he found it difficult to articulate, but look at how he'd cum on my face, just as I said he would, and he sent me a good luck message this morning, and there was the porn I found on his phone. Paul just listened in smiling silence, then took out a cotton hanky and passed it across to me and I realised that I was crying and runny nosed.

'I'm sorry,' I said and we both laughed a little.

'That's OK,' he said in a soothing tone. 'But, tell me, just what it is that you want from me Melanie? From me personally.'

'Oh,' I said, realising that I'd been talking in broad generalisations. 'I want you to own me Paul, to use me, to do anything you want with me. To me. Anything. I made a big show of looking him straight in the eye and leaning forward to really stress 'anything'.

I watched him closely and waited for a reply, but I knew from his eyes that I'd got him, that he wouldn't reject me.

'OK,' he said finally, giving me an ecstatic rush, 'But I want your 100% commitment, here and now. No half measures. No negotiating. No discussions. Absolute blind obedience in all things, always.' 'Yes!' I replied instantly, nodding like a dashboard dog.

'So keen,' he muttered again, and leaning forward he undid three of the press studs on my top. If I made sudden movements now my tits would probably spill out, but my cunt made its presence and appreciation felt.

'Before we get too far, you know that this has to have serious implications for your husband too, don't you Melanie?'

'Yeeeess?' I replied hesitantly. 'He wants me to be a slut though, I know he does.'

'I understand that, but this is going to become a significant part of your life, and his, and it will change both of your lives in some regards. He has to be involved.'

'How...what...?'

'He has to know everything, of course, that's a given,' he said to cut off any objection from me, 'but it isn't enough that he simply knows you're being a slut when he's not around. What's in it for him? A few anecdotes while you wank him off? It won't do to make him feel sidelined, he needs to be fully involved, at least in some ways.'

'How?' Did he mean threesomes?

'Bear with me, I'm still thinking this through, but for now, no more sex with your husband unless I say otherwise.' My stomach dropped, as did my jaw.

Seeing the look on my face, he sighed. 'What happens to you when you don't cum for a few days Melanie?'

'I got hornier and hornier,' I replied. 'It sends me a bit loopy after a while.'

'Exactly!' And that's direct involvement right there. I need to think about this more, but that's the rule until I say otherwise. I nodded meekly, wondering what more was to come.

'Right, you know that porn you told me about on his phone? With the guy in the corner with his cock in a cage? The female domination stuff?' I didn't recall telling him that, but I nodded dumbly. 'He watched that for a reason. He's either submissive or has those tendencies, and we're going to push that, and I'm seriously expecting that he won't resist much at all.

A chastity cage is probably a very good idea. Plus, it'll make sure there's no illicit wanking behind your back.'

I just sat, trying to take this all in.

A thoughtful look crossed his face. 'Do you know what a cuckold is?' he asked, and again, I just nodded dumbly. He continued, 'A man whose wife fucks other men. That's your husband Melanie. He's a cuckold. Your cuckold, or at least he will be very soon.' Not soon enough, whispered my demon.

'Can I still play with him? Wank him off? Can we do oral? '

'No,' The answer was flat and final.

'Your body, your holes, are for other men now. We can get into the finer details later but, from what you say, I really think he'll go with this, and that he'll thank you for this later. For now, you need to keep him horny and pliable.'

'Now,' another very stern look, 'Do you agree? Absolute and unwavering dedication to me and to obeying every instruction I give, including putting your husband in chastity?'

'Yes,' I said instantly, my brain hardly registering that there was any kind of choice here. 'Yes, yes,' I said, reaching out and taking his hand in mine in an effort to stress my sincerity,

'Yes please,' I was so thrilled that this was happening that I was almost in tears again, though a part of my brain was watching in shock as with those tears brimming in my eyes I promised a stranger to be a completely slave to his unquantified whims and desires, and was fervently swearing to turn my beloved sweet husband into a sexless cuckold. Moments passed.

'OK, he said. We start now. You are to address me as Sir. Always. Understand?'

I was 100% ready for this. 'Yes Sir,' I replied.

He took out his phone, all business again.

'Give me your phone number.'' I did. Full name, home address, personal email address, date of birth.' I did.

He gave me his details. Born in 68, which made him.... 'I'm 56,' he said, reading my mind, which made him just four years younger than my dad.

As I put his number in my phone I got another text from Dan. Are you OK? I was about to type a reply but looked up to see Paul watching me. I told him what it was and asked if I could reply. 'Of course,' he said. I'm fine, I wrote. Still talking in the park. Just talking. Going home soon (deliberate avoidance of 'I'm' or 'we'). See you there.

When I'd finished and put my phone down Paul continued.

'You can email me at any time, and I encourage you to do so, but don't text or call me unless it's something extremely urgent. Understood? Good.' He said, without waiting for an answer.

'Now,' he said, 'Go home. Don't change, just stay as you are.' My heart fluttered, I'd been expecting him to do something. I wanted something! Now!

'I have to go to the office for half an hour,' he told me, 'but I'll be at your place by 12:30. No later.' Instant relief! He's going to fuck me! Use me! Make me do something filthy! or so I fervently hoped, though doing it in my marital home without talking to Dan first made me squirm a bit.

'Go,' he said.

'Yes Sir,' and off I went, then turned after a few steps to so it he was looking, and he was so I turned to walk backwards, pulled the hem of my skirt up to my waist so that he could see I had no knickers on, opened my mouth and lolled out my tongue, then when I saw him smile I dropped my hem, held my top open to show my tits, crossed my eyes and rolled them back, ahegao style then, laughing and on top of the world, I turned and holding my top closed over my tits I ran to the car.

I must have been on autopilot for the short drive home because my next recollection is of being sat on the edge of the sofa in the living room with my legs spread and my fingers in my cunt with my thumb on my clit. It was like surfacing in a pool and I somehow made myself stop. I hadn't been told to do this and I had a very strong inkling that masturbation was now verboten.

One good thing though, somehow it was 12:15. Fuck, he'll be here soon! I jumped up, wondering what to do to be ready, but then I heard a car in the drive, a white Prado, and he was here already. I quickly trotted to the door and opened it, watching him walk up then stop at the threshold. He just stood there, until I finally remembered that there are some sorts of monster that needed to be invited in.

'Please,' I said, 'Come in Sir. He smiled as he entered, took off his shoes and put down his laptop bag, then waited for me to close the door before telling me (it wasn't asking) to show him around. Thankfully I'm quite house proud, so the house is always very tidy. He did make a point of noticing the enema attachment in the bathroom.

'Very good,' he said to me.' Anything else?'

Somehow I knew exactly what he meant.

'Imodium Sir.'

'Very good indeed,' he said, leading me back to the living room.

'Now,' he said, 'Did you masturbate this morning?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Did you cum?'

'No Sir.'

'Good, good,' he said distractedly, then looked at me rather sternly, 'Did you masturbate when you got home earlier?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Cum?'

'No Sir.'

'Good,' he repeated, but that sort of thing has to stop.'

'Sir?'

'All that cumming. No more of that. Unless I say otherwise that is.'

Oh, fuck! I'll fucking die! At the same time though, I know what my neediness did to me, even after just one day, so I couldn't help wondering what kind of rabid monster I'd become after several days. A week? It was bad enough promising that my husband wouldn't be allowed to cum, but me too? I wondered if I'd cheat, but strongly suspected that I wouldn't. Something in me wanted to be perfect at this, whatever this was.

It can't have been hard for him to see the cogs turning in my head, but he smiled as he walked over to me, paused, then undid another press stud, this one now down at my under-boob level, only leaving the wide elasticated band fastened and, hey presto, out they spilled. I love my boobs, even though they're fake. Partly because they're fake. I even love that they look fake, high and round, and that men know that the type of women who get big, obviously fake tits do so to be looked at. They look slutty. Looking me in the eye, he took my hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs and slowly squeezed, harder, and harder. It hurt but my cunt spasmed, my sphincter contracted and I slowly opened my mouth and lolled my tongue again. He smiled. 'Good girl.' Fucking bingo - magic words!

He let go of my nipples and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of my skirt and pulled upwards till it was just under my tits, which left the hem somewhere between my navel and my cunt. I could feel the wet patch in the small of my back.

'Take a seat,' he said as he seated himself across from me on the other sofa. He looked pointedly at my knees and, taking the hint, I moved my bum to the edge of the seat and slowly spread my legs, receiving a little smile as reward. I felt utterly exposed and intensely horny and needy.

'Now, before I examine you, (cunt twitch) we need to sort out some details. I'm going to order some toys this afternoon, including a cage for your husband, but it'll be just some basics to be going on with. I need some measurements and some of it will take time to come. Do you have a cloth tape measure?

'Yes Sir,'

'Fetch,' he said with a smile, and off I ran to the junk drawer in the utility room, then back, feeling my thighs slick with my wetness.

'Stand still,' arms out, he said, and started to take loads of measurements, around my head, neck, above, around, below my boobs, my waist, inside leg (me like) and even my wrist size and hand length, all being jotted down into his phone. Part way through I slid into my ahegao look but got a slap on the bum and a command to stop. 'You're too fucking sexy like that,' he smiled. 'I need to concentrate.' A bloom of sheer joy consumed me.

'Now, when your husband gets home, he's going to want to know all about what's happened today, and you're going to tell him, but you're going to tell it this way. Firstly, you'll tell him that the meeting in the park went well, but don't immediately tell him that you offered yourself to me and that I accepted.' I got a little bit of a thrill at hearing that bit again.

'Then you'll explain that we met back here and that I inspected you, which we'll get to shortly. You're going to refuse to give details till you go to bed, because he's really going to need to be in his happy place with his cock in your hand to hear what's coming.' My butterflies returned at the sound of that.

'Now, once you've got that cock in your hand you can start telling him what you've agreed to be - a do-anything, unquestioning fuck doll. That you're going to be trained and modified to be walking cock holes, not just for me, but for lots of other men. I don't think you'd give me good odds if I bet you he'll get hard hearing that.' I shook my head in silence.

'But not for him. He's a cuckold and lifestyle cuckolds don't get cunt. I'd be very surprised if he doesn't already know that's commonly the case. From the time his cock goes in a cage he gets pretty much nothing. Well, there will be small rewards, but not much. Gauge his reactions as you go, but you're clearly already very good at controlling him through wanking him off, as you've described, and I strongly suspect that you'll get just as much from withholding it, maybe more.'

He must have seen the puzzlement in my expression, so he explained.

'He's on the fence, a bystander, and that won't work when you're going to get so fully involved. He either has to take a dominant role to you, or a submissive role, and clearly it needs to be the latter. So, we're going to make him your accomplice in perversity.'

I liked the sound of that.

'If you were just shutting off your sexuality to him it'd do nothing good, but when you're going to be having filthy sex, and telling him about it, and when he can't cum, he'll be constantly malleable, all day every day, no rollercoaster peaks and troughs, and it has to be like this until everything is firmly established and the die has been cast. In a few weeks he'll do anything to help you get another man's cock in you.'