MYA`S Cuckold Hubby tells his side of the story.
I know when she's ready. She goes quiet and distant and dark for a couple of weeks, she won't let me get close to her and it's not long before she makes that all too familiar long distance call from my office with the door firmly closed. When she emerges an hour or so later I can already see a change in her demeanour. It's like a weight's been lifted from her shoulders and her dark mood seems lifted, she smiles and drapes her arms around my neck, holding me close and kisses me fully on the lips for the first time in weeks. This is the pattern of her life that re-emerges sometimes, it's been almost six months now and when she goes out later, I can see she's crossed dates out in red ink in the diary planner for several days next week. We both know what this means, it's an unspoken message that's become part of her very existence and not open for discussion. She's already been on-line and booked an open-ended return airline ticket and I don't even need to look at the destination... It's always the same one as it has been for the last five years, it would be pointless attempting to stop her.
She seems quite relaxed this time, almost excited somehow, I guess she knows exactly what to expect by now and I'm sure he will have some surprises ready for her, he always does. We never speak his name and if she refers to him at all, it's the Master. An understated euphemism for a man who is a real professional in his field of work when satisfying a woman's darkest needs... and Mya has plenty of those.
Ever since I've know my wife she's had a hidden dark side that rarely surfaces. She controls her feelings very well but I've seen another side to her. Mya has a deep unquestionable need to submit her body to pain and degradation as a means of atoning for her past sins...to exorcise her inner demons. It's definitely not for her sexual arousal but a means of punishing herself. It's always been agreed between us that if I choose, I can watch her torment and she's aware of how much pleasure this brings not only me, but all the voyeurs that have a desire to share in her pain and torment. She told me it makes it more real knowing she's being watched and as always, she's reassures me that the 'Master' will send me the encryption code to the video link so I can view her being violated.
I feel dejected. Reduced to nothing but a long distance fractured cuckold voyeur. As I help her pack I can see she's happier than she has been for weeks and as she waits for the taxi, she kisses me and reminds me it's what she has to do and how important this is to her. I just hold her in the silence...I love you I whisper, as she discretely slips her wedding band into my jacket pocket, a symbolic gesture to remind me that she is no longer my wife when she is with the Master - she belongs only to him.
Day One
The house feels so lonely now without her and I sleep fitfully and anxiously while I wait the interminable wait... checking the computer in my office every hour with the blinds drawn for news of her existence, I wait for the video feed, I don't even know if it's streaming live or a recording? ...I never know. Finally the silence is broken and my heart races as I see the email appear, I'm immediately on alert and excited, but a part of my very soul feels a dark shadow of dread passing over me knowing what I'm going to witness on my screen.
I click on the link and nervously type in the Pin code and immediately I can see images appear of dark unfocused shapes moving in front of the lens as the cameraman follows the three men through the gloom into another much brighter large subterranean looking room. I'm a little anxious; I've never seen so many men 'attend' to her needs before, usually it's only the 'Master' and his camera crew. I can see there in a large foreboding 'dungeon like' space with high cement walls and ceilings, timber frames are attached to one wall and as the camera pans over a wide shelf, I shudder as I see his collection of 'tools of the trade', various whips, floggers and canes together with trays of surgical equipment and various items of his cruel administrations.
The camera pans round to the right and my heart literally jumps in my chest... immediately I can see an unforgiving white light trained on my lovely wife, she's barefoot and dressed in an incongruous short white dressing gown. Her head is held high and proud as she's led by her arm to the centre of the room by one of the assistants, as all the other men, dressed head to toe in black, she looks like a virgin being led to her public torture and execution!... It's a truly frightening image.
She is manoeuvred into position directly in front of a professional looking mounted camera in addition to the shoulder cam held by the cameraman. Her hair is brushed straight and she's applied makeup making her look quite presentable almost demure and as always (to me anyway) very desirable. Her face doesn't betray the fear I know she must be feeling deep in her soul as the cord is untied and her gown is slowly pulled away from her body, revealing her beautiful pale sagging breasts and flabby belly hanging over white lacy panties, I can clearly see the word 'WHORE' written in large letters across her upper chest in bright red ink...marking her as distinctly as any tattoo.... my God, my cock is literally throbbing in anticipation, I'm excited but feel such a fucking deviant, no better than those men watching her in anticipation of her suffering.
The Master roughly grips her arm and kicks her legs apart with his boot, her wrists are being secured by straps to a bar above her head, chained to a fixing high up in the ceiling which is hoisted upwards, I shudder and take a sharp intake of breath hoping to calm myself and as I lean forward, my senses are on full alert as the cameraman moves around capturing every inch of her familiar body. The thousands of pixels on my large screen display the bright sharp image of her pale vulnerable body dressed in just white panties, secured and twisting hopelessly awaiting her fate. The camera switches to a fixed image and I'm suddenly alarmed to see a banner briefly scroll across the bottom of the screen "Five thousand and counting!"... I'm shocked to read how many guys have paid money to login and masturbate to watch my wife suffering like this and I'm painfully aware they will be wanting their moneys worth. I stare at the screen feeling strangely detached, I somehow feel proud of her and letting my robe fall open, I'm daring myself not to stroke my already hardening cock as I see her Master walk up and down inspecting her inviting womanly body. In contrast to her milky pale skin his completely black clothing looking extremely menacing.
