My Lady's Cuke
My wife had convinced me to let her place me in chastity about a week after we started dating in high school. She would decide when and where went on dates, who our friends would be and all major relationship issues. She made the arrangement permanent on our wedding night what seemed like forever ago. After she locked it up for the last time and filled the lock with crazy glue as the assembled guests and I looked on. I needed no ring. The new metal, custom made chastity device she had acquired sufficed as my wedding jewelry.
Once or twice a day since then, she'd fuck my ass until the heavy prostate massage made me cum hard right through the metal device on my dick. She told me it was for my own good but delighted in watching me moan and squirt. She would then force my head to the floor and making me lick up my own spooge if she had chosen to fuck me doggy style. If she chose to fuck me missionary, she would scoop cum off my chest with her dainty fingers and feed it to me.
"Ooh, my slave is doing such a good job," she'd hold my head to her task and coo if she had made me cum on the floor. She would look at me as though she were feeding a toddler if she were scooping it up from my stomach. Her mouth would open slightly, and her eyebrows would raise. I found the looks on her face to be quite endearing and cute.
"Thank you, Mistress," I would respond as I obediently lapped and sucked. It was at a point where I actually looked forward to this kind of treatment from her. She had made me her obedient slave through years of conditioning. Now, she held all the power, all the cards.
This went on for weeks and weeks. Weeks became months and then months became years as she trained me to be her slave and satisfy her every whim. When she wanted to feel a cock inside her, she'd put a double ended dildo into my mouth and strap it around my head. Then she'd climb aboard and fuck herself on that or have me drive it onto her from behind with a device she strapped onto my waist. Other times, she would hustle me into a strap-on harness and bounce up and down on top with the heat and moisture from her cunt tantalizing my little dick to life inside his cage, causing me further consternation.
One day at breakfast, she mentioned that she craved a real man's cock in her pussy. I didn't know what to say. I was locked in chastity and didn't have much in the dick department in the first place. I was utterly unprepared for what she said next.
"I'm going to find a real man to fuck me tonight," she said in a mater of fact tone. She had made her decision, and it was final. Anything that I might have had to add was inconsequential, and I knew it.
I was dumbfounded by the decision that she had made and just stared at her, but I had been conditioned to being a slave for so long that I meekly responded with the words, "Yes, Mistress," in a hollow voice. I was so weak by this time that I offered her no pushback to her at all. She smiled as she watched to look on my face, then sipped her coffee and went back to examining her phone.
A few days later, I drew her a bath in the late afternoon, washed her thoroughly and shaved her sweet little pussy smooth. She got out of the tub, and I dried her off as usual. She then commanded me to my knees, took my head in her hand and bid me to follow her as she backed against the wall. She leaned against it, spread her legs, and pushed my face into her sweet cunt. "Make me cum!" she commanded in an husky voice and pulled my head into her twat.
I set my tongue in motion and began worked over her tight little twat. Sliding my tongue through her tangy twat I curled the tip around her swelling clitty, like I knew she loved. She moaned as my tongue moved lazily around, getting her wet and ready. Following her silent instructions, my tongue roamed over her cooze, dipping into her hot fuck hole and tickling her swollen clitty until she began to squeal and cum. Little did I know I was merely fluffing her for greater events to come later that evening.
She told me to clean the bathroom thoroughly and then exited. I followed her commands, cleaning the toilet, tub, sink and then the floor. When I exited the room, I noticed that she was dressed to the nines, all made up and ready to go out.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"You look gorgeous, Mistress," I responded in a flat, lifeless tone. I was still a little dumbfounded when the full meaning of the situation dawned on me and set in.
She smiled as called a cab and grabbed her long black jacket. "I'll be home late," she grinned. "Get all your chores done and wait up for me!" she commanded as she opened the door and stepped out into the night.
About an hour later, I was diligently working on the chores she had set out for me my cell phone buzzed. I took it out and already knew it was a message from her. This was my invisible leash, and she used it often. This time, there was an image. Opened it to find a picture of my once-sweet wife dressed in a lacy red bra that barely held her huge tits, a matching red garter belt and stockings with one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen in her mouth. Her eyes were on the camera as though looking at me to gauge my reaction. There was a caption under it that read, "Look, Honey! He's in my mouth!"
The next pic showed her going down deeply on him, taking his immense manhood down her throat. The caption on this one read, "He's so nice and big!" My eyes widened when I saw this pic. "Where on earth did she learn to do that?" I thought.
For the next hour or so, a steady stream of pics with my darling wife and Mistress in various compromising positions with many me men. She had gone from being my sweet wife to a raving slut in almost no time. I found myself becoming aroused as I perused the pics she was sending me. My pecker strained against the chastity device she had encaged me in as I watched her engaged in coitus with the men around her.
I drank coffee to stay awake while I viewed the images shifting across the screen of my phone and wishing I wasn't in chastity so I could jerk off and relieve the pressure that was steadily building in my blue balls and making them ache. I had finished most of my chores already and was now having trouble concentrating on task with the memories of the images of my wife floating through my head.
The next message contained a video. After viewing the previous pics, I was anxious to see what the video was. It opened on my wife's face contorted in the throes of ecstasy and the sounds of her moans filled the speakers. As the video panned back, I could see that she was on her hands and knees with a very fit man with his hands on her hips pounding in and out of her pussy from behind. "O-oh, y-you are s-so g-good!" she managed through rasping breaths. I had only ever seen my wife like this when I had my face in crotch. I knew from the look that she was cumming and was somehow glad for her.
The pics and the videos finally stopped coming and I assumed that she was on the way home. I scurried about and did final straightening in preparation for her homecoming. I was completely unprepared for what happened next.
As she unlocked the door, I assumed the position on my knees and off to one side as she had trained me, her faithful servant. The door opened and through it stepped my darling wife and Mistress followed by the man who had been behind her in the first video she sent! I was aghast. I couldn't believe that she would bring him home so fast, but here they were, and I was expected to field this pitch.
They entered the house as she turned around, flung the door closed, took him in her arms and kissed him deeply. I recognized him from most of the pics she had sent. She then looked at me, kneeling on the floor and watching her intently. She laughed and introduced the man in her arms to her cuke on his knees. "Lionel," she started as she faced him, "meet my cuke of a husband," as she cuddled closer to him. "Lionel is great!" she giggled toward me. He chuckled in a bass voice and kissed her again. I knelt on the floor with a stunned expression on my face.
"Lionel wants to watch you clean my pussy, so come here and make yourself useful, you little Cuke!" she ordered as she backed into the wall, spread her legs, and hoisted her skirt to expose her panty less pussy.
"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled, displaying the control she wielded over me as I began to shuffle toward her on my knees. I could feel Lionel's eyes watching intently as I approached her. When I came within range, I felt her hand on the back of my head, urging me forward, guiding my face toward her full and cum-dripping cunt.
"Clean me all out," she purred as my tongue made contact with her sopping wet and swollen slot. She sighed deeply as she maneuvered my tongue into her sloppy fuck hole, full of the cum of other men. I slurped the mixture tentatively from her cooze as she pressed down on my head, urging me closer and Lionel looked on. She dropped her other hand down to gain more purchase on my head and pulled my face into her pussy hard. "Eat it out, you little cunt!" she growled as she slapped the back of my head to indicate punishments for noncompliance. "Eat it good, Cuke!" I redoubled my efforts and soon she was wailing and squealing as my tongue worked her tender twat.
When she was satisfied that I was finished, she picked up my leash, put her arm around Lionel. The two of them walked arm in arm and I trailing behind, almost forgotten. There, she flipped a switch to ignite the electric candlelight as she passed the entry to our inner sanctum which she was about to share with another man, regardless of how I felt. I steeled myself for t experience as she brought out the restraint chair that she had had me make to be chained to. "Sit down," she ordered, pointing to the hard wood seat of the chair. I immediately obeyed and she placed the manacles around my wrists and ankles, ensuring that I could only watch but not interfere.
Then, she sat on the end of the bed, in my full view, and invited Lionel to stand in front of her. She glanced over at me with mischievous as she began to undo his zipper. She then released his button and splayed his pants open, revealing his speedo-like briefs with his cock looking much like a giant banana in a hammock. She slid his trousers down his legs as I looked on, exposing the biggest cock I had seen in my entire life. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband she pulled the cloth down, exposing his monstrous prong. It was a good ten inches long and very thick.
"Look, Honey! Doesn't he have a wonderful cock!" she giggled as she wrapped her fingers around his prick and showed it to me. "Not like your little dicklet!" she laughed as she flicked the end of my pecker.
