This is the 2nd Chapter of Liz and Sam's story. Please feel free to comment if you like it or even if you hate it. Constructive criticism is most welcome as this is first story I've ever actually committed to writing all the way through.
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Sam woke up disoriented and confused. He tried to stand up but, with his feet and hands being tied up, he didn't have the balance. The rope around his hands and feet itched against his skin and his dick throbbed with pain as it struggled in it's cage. His mouth was still gagged with Liz's panties from yesterday. They still tasted like her. He could hear her talking to Jared.
"Good morning, babe," Liz said softly. "I thought I'd help myself to some breakfast in bed."
It all came back to him at once. Last night, the night of their wedding, she had tied him up and fucked his best friend in front of him. He recalled the anger, the helplessness, and most importantly, the arousal.
Sam finally opened his eyes fully and witnessed her slurping on Jared's cock with her beautiful ass sticking straight up in the air. He was was holding the back of her head with one hand and playing between her legs with the other. All Sam wanted to do was worship her ass as it bobbed back and forth in front him. He wanted his face firmly planted where Jared's fingers were inserted in her pussy. He feared that would never happen again now that he was only a slave.
As he watched them, his captive manhood tried to push further and further out of the metal casing around it, making him incredibly uncomfortable and endlessly frustrated. He didn't want to like what he was seeing but his dick betrayed him. Jared held Liz to him and fucked her throat roughly.
Sam's head felt as if it was spinning as he saw the act. His best friend was using his wife like a sex doll and all he could do was watch. Jared grabbed her tits as he continued to thrust. It was clear that he thought her body belonged to him. It probably did. As strange as it was to see him with her like that, Sam would have to deal with it as long as Liz owned him.
Besides, he had always wanted to be a slave to a woman. He always thought that women were superior to men or, at very least, to him. He didn't just like women, like most men; he adored them. Just a smile or a touch could completely melt him into submission. He always told Liz that it was his lot in life to serve her. How ironic it was that he would be doing exactly that just when he had accepted that he would never get his wish.
"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" Jared asked. Liz nodded her head while her throat was still engorged with him. "How about down your throat?"
Liz took his cock out of her mouth and excitedly replied "Yes! Please!"
"Show me," Jared said and pulled her head back down by her long blonde hair.
After licking his shaft a few times, she took him further down than Sam thought she could ever go. Jared thrusted just a few more times before finishing inside her. After Liz cleaned what was left of the cum off his cock, Jared got up to leave. He dressed himself and they kissed one last time before he walked out of the hotel room. Sam hated seeing them kiss. At the same time, it turned him on almost as much as seeing them fuck. He wondered if she had feelings for Jared. He wasn't sure that he could live with that possibility but he knew for certain that he couldn't live without her either.
While he had gotten lost in thought, she had taken her panties out his mouth and was untying his feet. With his hands still bound behind his back, she pulled him by the hair over to the edge of the bed where she sat down. As soon as she got comfortable she forcefully brought his face to her snatch.
"You told me, a long time ago, that a cuckold has to clean his wife up after a night like last night. Well, that's exactly what I want you to do. So get to it!" she barked, looking a little surprised at her own volume.
He was more than willing to pleasure her. It was what he had been dying for the night before and all morning. However, he hadn't realized she still tasted like Jared's seed. As soon as he started licking her, he jerked back in disgust but she slapped him and pushed him back down. It was humiliating, having to lick what remained of his best friend's cum out of his wife's pussy, but he had no choice. Liz was actually much stronger than he was. Although, that was not a very difficult accomplishment. Regardless, she could leave him bruised and broken if he tried to get away. Not to mention, she had taken all his money. He was trapped and there was nothing he could possibly do about it.
To avoid further pain, he continued cleaning up Jared's mess inside her. Liz tensed with pleasure at the touch of his tongue. She rode his tongue, forcing him to lick up more of Jared's leftovers. He gagged a little at the taste. To keep his mind off of it, he focused on flicking his tongue at her clit as it came in and out of reach with each motion of her hips. After she loosened her grip on him, he licked the entire length of her. Her back arched with the sensation. As he reached her clit again, he sucked on it firmly. In a rush of pleasure, she tightly placed both hands on the back of his head to make sure he didn't move from that spot.
"Oh god! Right there! Good boy. Good little slave boy," she encouraged in between heavy breaths. She tensed one more time and tightly pressed his head between her legs, slightly suffocating him, and then orgasmed. When she finally let his head go, he gasped for air.
"Bow!" Liz ordered.
"What?" Sam replied as he tried to catch his breath.
She kicked his balls, which were protruding out of his cock-cage, and pointed to the floor in front of her.
"Face down and ass up. Now!" she demanded as she stood up, towering over him. With the pain of her kick and finally understanding what she wanted, he bowed his head to the ground.
"Kiss them!" She pointed to her feet. Sam wasted no time and began to worship her feet. He licked in between her toes, around her ankles, and back again. When she was satisfied with his performance, she bent down and untied his hands.
"Get changed. We're meeting someone for breakfast," she said in a softer tone..
"Who are we meeting? Jared? Another guy?" Sam asked. She stopped where she was and turned around. She gave him a hard slap across the face. She pulled him up to standing by his jaw. Her expression was stern and filled with anger.
"Slaves don't talk unless asked a question or specifically permitted!" She reprimanded, "Also, if you do speak, you are to address me as 'goddess'. Understand?"