Now that after fifteen years of marriage, I had suddenly become the submissive in-home slave of my wife Claire and her lover Matthew, I was experiencing a whole new and varied sexual life. I had never thought such a scenario could excite me, but innumerable orgasms and a near-constant state of arousal forced me to accept the simple truth. I had struggled over the past few months with the newly-discovered fact that I was totally submissive to their wishes, even to their whims. Despite every manly trait that should have rebelled at being ordered about and cuckolded in my own home, I liked being the slave of Mistress Claire (as I was now to address her) and the Master.
The Master was a nineteen year old college student and the son of my brother's wife, sort of my nephew by marriage. Claire had manipulated me into hiring him to do work around the house and in the yard and now he lived in our house, an arrangement my brother and his wife were led to believe facilitated his daily commute to college since our house was forty minutes closer to his school than their home was. He was intelligent, handsome and strong, masculine and aggressive. He could fuck like a stallion and I had watched him please my wife over and over again at least a hundred times over the past few months. I was barely certain if even I had screwed Claire so many times in our fifteen year marriage and five year courtship as he had in just months. I knew she never came so hard for me once as she did every time for this young stud.
He possessed her as completely as they both possessed me. It had been made clear to me that I was only allowed to stay on in the guest room of my own house for so long as I submitted to their every single desire and obeyed their every rule, including the stipulation that I never so much as touch Claire without orders to do so. To my own astonishment, I had agreed. I had puzzled over my choice for months and had made peace with it in the same manner I supposed gay people come to terms with their sexuality.
Still, I could barely believe even now that I was excited and aroused by the things I had seen and done over these months. I watched time and again as the Master fucked Mistress Claire or she rode his cock to incredible orgasm after orgasm; watched as my wife licked this other man's asshole and sucked his cock until she lapped up every last drop of his cum; watched as my masters stimulated themselves and each other with sex aids and toys to mind-blowing climaxes.
Of course, this voyeurism was required of me to prove my adherence to discipline for I was not allowed to partake of these activities nor even to masturbate for my relief until I was commanded to do so. Usually this would not be permitted until I had watched their entire session and for their comfort provided drinks and nourishment to replenish their lost fluids and energy. Then as they lay back in the afterglow of their lovemaking I would usually be commanded to clean up the mess, which entailed not only making the bed and straightening the pillows but also cleaning Mistress Claire's pussy. Master would usually fall asleep to the sounds of my tongue lapping up her juices. I would linger over my work, licking her body clean of the Master's ejaculate from her pussy and anus, dutifully licking away at her until she came one last weak time so that my mouth would be filled with the spicy cum of both of them. On more than one occasion I came myself without even touching my cock but merely from desperate over-excitement. If I did not come in this way, I was permitted to withdraw to my own room and finish myself off when my work was done. If I was very lucky and Mistress Claire was feeling particularly playful, she would command me to masturbate myself in their presence and she would order me to position myself so that I would ejaculate into my own mouth. For reasons that eluded me altogether, this act of self-humiliation made me come even more violently than I normally would.
And so it went. Matthew continued to do yard work because (I assume) he enjoyed it and he continued to collect money from me for completing the chores while he paid nothing in rent. Claire and I supported the Master from our incomes. Life outside the house continued as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Only in the bedroom had things changed so completely, turning our dull and dying marriage into something passionate and alive but no longer a real marriage.
I was the slave of them both, but Claire had a job as a nurse working an early day shift, Matthew's tutorial and lecture schedule varied day by day and I worked a swing shift at the plant. Consequently, only on certain days would we all three be together for any substantial length of time. On Claire's days off, she would often use me as her plaything in Matthew's absence, a practice he was fully aware of and approved wholeheartedly.
Claire had many and varied uses for her slave when alone to give commands. Sometimes she would demand no more than thorough massaging, tongue bathing and caressing and oral sex which after an hour of so left me desperate for relief from my lust and her in the throes of orgasm. I never made her come so hard as I did now, but of course, she would not allow me to fuck her and the sacrifice of my orgasm seemed to add proportionate strength to hers. She would call me worm and tell me to lick every last inch of her body, darting my tongue in and out of every crack and crevice. She would taunt me in my need by making me tell her how much I wanted to fuck her and how badly I needed to come out of lust for her. She would tell me it was just as well that I would never get to fuck her again as I could not handle a woman as passionate as her. She would make me tell her that I was undeserving of her and deserved any abuse and mistreatment that she could heap upon me. This would go on until she had all of the orgasms she could stand and she would send me away to deal with my need myself or if she were feeling particularly cruel she would order me to save myself for later and not to touch myself until then.
Mistress Claire devised other ways to torment me as she grew bored with these particular rituals. Sometimes she just wanted to watch me as she instructed me how to perform for her amusement. She would open the blanket box at the foot of the bed and display the full arsenal of sex toys at her disposal.
I actually resisted when she first ordered me to humiliate myself before her with the use of these foreign objects. She would tell me that I was no man at all and just a worm with no better use than to wriggle beneath her toes to give her pleasure and I would agree. I submitted of course to her every command, allowing her to do things to me and doing things to myself that embarrassed me to the very core of my soul.
She told me to lay down on the floor as she lounged on the bed with the items she had specially selected for me to use for her entertainment. That first time she had chosen two of her favourite dildos. One was a flesh-coloured cock and balls, life-like down to the veins about eight inches long. The other was a heavy-duty vibrating dildo, black and silver and making no pretence of realism. It was wired to a remote control which governed the intensity of the vibration and this was obviously going to stay in Claire's hands.
"So, Worm," Mistress Claire began. "I have been thinking. For a long time I have known you aren't much of a man. You were a pathetic fuck for years and you only have any use at all now as a slave."
"Yes, Mistress," I confirmed eagerly, deeply aroused in spite of myself in anticipation of my coming humiliation.
"Now as a slave, you have become a decent pussy-licker I must say."
I was surprised at this compliment. I could not remember the last time Claire said anything particularly nice about my sexual prowess.
"But then, you are not excited by the pussy, are you?" She asked. I was confused by this question, but she made it clear to me. "You like to use my pussy as the vessel from which to drink the Master's cum, don't you?"
I shook my head violently in denial "No, Mistress."
She laughed out loud. "Oh, yes, you do. I think we have found your problem. You haven't been much of a man to be with because you have really wanted a man all this time yourself."
Again I denied it. Yet, my cock didn't go down, even twitched at her words, betraying me now as it had when I had the chance to avoid this whole path of slavery in the first place. I might have kept my freedom had my cock not shown the masters how aroused I was at the very suggestion that I should become their slave. The betrayals of my cock now sold me into a new experiment for the Mistress' amusement.
"Oh, don't pretend, Worm. I have listened to you moan and groan as you suck the Master's seed out of my pussy. You don't miss a drop, licking every last drop out and from all around. We've seen how your cock twitches at the thought of it, how you can't wait to get to licking man-goo out of my cunt. If you don't want cock, why is yours so hard?"
I didn't know why. I said so.
"Yes, you know. You want it and you know it. Say it."
I flushed crimson. She was going to make me do it. Claire always was perceptive. She had noticed my own surprise at my enjoyment of licking Matthew's cum out of her and she had noticed my own confusion at enjoying what ought to have revolted me. I liked pussy too much to be gay. Or was it only cock-frosted pussy I liked? God! What was wrong with me? Was I so submissive that I would let Claire turn me gay upon request?
"No, Mistress Claire." It took a lot of nerve to say no to Claire after so many months of training.
Claire's eyes narrowed. "We'll see, Worm."
She threw me the fleshy dildo with the cock and balls. "Play with it, Slave."
I didn't resist the command, but I was determined not to enjoy it. I didn't even know what to do with it.
"It's bigger than yours, isn't it, Worm?"
"Yes, Mistress."
