This story is a continuation of a story line that begins with "Michelle Finds Out". A wife is fulfilling her husbands fantasy of living in a relationship where his wife and her female family and friends control him sexually. There is no real reason to start at the beginning...unless you enjoy longer stories with more happy endings!
Allen looked at his wife Michelle. It was a plaintiff look, sad, sorrowful humiliated look. He pleaded with his eyes for her mercy.
"Allen." She said sharply, "You will do this! Sooner or later you will jack-off for us."
"Why don't you just give in and enjoy yourself, Allen? It's your last meeting with 'Rosie Palm' so you should let her show you a good time!" Michelle's sister Sue teased.
"Don't be bashful now, Allen." His secretary, Mrs. O'Reilly exhorted.
"Oh, Allen! You haven't forgotten how to jack-off already have you?" Michelle's mother Marge wondered out loud. "It's really very simple, dear, just hold your dick in your hand and rub."
"Michelle?" Sue suggested to her sister. "These chairs are getting a little hard. Why don't we take Allen to the living room where we at least can be more comfortable and Allen can put on a real show!"
"Good idea, Sue! And Allen can freshen our drinks before he entertains us!" Marge agreed.
Michelle ordered Allen to the kitchen to prepare fresh drinks for her guests. She excused herself as she invited her guests to make themselves comfortable in the living room and followed Allen to the kitchen. "What is the meaning of this, Allen?" She practically hissed, angrily, as she slapped his bare buttocks.
"What do you mean, honey?" Allen replied, shocked at his wife's sudden physical attack.
"You know very well what I mean. Don't try to be coy. You've chosen this path, now you're going to walk it!" Michelle continued in an angry whisper. "Take the drinks to the living room and do as I have instructed."
"B.b.but honey, I didn't mean for this to go this far!"
"Then you should have thought about it sooner. Before I caught you. Before you read those stories to me. You let me see the real you. If you are having second thoughts it's all your fault. There is no going back now, Allen, your pecker is mine! I control it and your balls. Sex is going to be on my terms! But first you are going to show my mother, my sister, and your secretary just how happy you are to be my boy toy, my servant, and my slave!"
Allen knew she was serious. Her tone was deadly serious. Her words were carefully chosen, her voice clear and unemotional and her delivery crisp and stern.
She smiled, "Now be a dear and serve the drinks." The syrupy sweetness in her voice a direct contrast to the chastisement he'd just received.
Michelle turned quickly and rejoined her guests in the living room; taking a seat in the middle of the couch she crossed her legs demurely. As Allen served her guests she kicked off her shoes. "Ladies, I hope you don't mind. These heels are killing me!"
Mrs. O'Reilly agreed instantly. "Why do we torture ourselves?" She wondered out loud. "I don't think I've ever had a pair of heels that were comfortable!"
"Allen, dear, why don't you give Mrs. O'Reilly's feet a little massage? In fact, Colleen, I think Allen should massage your feet whenever they bother you at work; as a thank-you for helping him."
"That's not necessary, Michelle!"
"Yes it is, Colleen! Allen depends on you so much already. He's told me many times what a great help you are. And now you are going to help him even more so it's only fair that he have a way to express his gratitude. Don't you agree, Allen?"
"Yes, ma'am." He agreed sheepishly, imagining how it will look at the office, down on his knees massaging his secretary's feet.
"What about us?" Sue blurted." My feet are sore too!"
"So are mine!" Marge agreed.
"Very well, ladies; it's settled. As a thank-you for helping Allen he will massage your feet. Not just when you have helped him either, but whenever you need a little relief. Do you understand, Allen?"
"Yes, ma'am." Allen was beginning to see that this CFNM lifestyle was not quite the way he imagined it! But he knew he had no choice; he fell to his knees and began to massage Mrs. O'Reilly's feet.
The women continued to chat as Allen massaged their feet one by one. It took so long that Michelle asked if any of them needed their drinks freshened and of course they did. She offered them some cheese and crackers which Allen dutifully prepared and served. It was well after noon as Michelle asked, "Don't you think it's about time for your show, Allen?"
"Yes, dear." He answered meekly.
"You know, Michelle." Sue volunteered, "Your coffee table is very sturdy. Maybe we could all see better if Allen stood on it."
"That's an excellent idea, Sue." Marge agreed.
Mrs. O'Reilly just smiled. She had never even been to a bachelorette party or strip club on ladies night and now she was included in a little group of women who were taking sexual control of her boss. "Strange how things happen!" She thought.
"Allen." Michelle ordered, "Pull the table back so we can all have a good view. That's right, now climb up there but don't touch yourself just yet. We are going to direct you!" She smiled at her co-conspirators. "I've always known that boys masturbate, ladies. I don't know about you but I've even imagined it! Now we are going to get to see it live. And as a bonus we are going to be Allen's directors! It's going to be our little porn show!"
"Allen dear, you can start by rubbing your thighs, that's right, rub the insides. Spread you knees a little more. Use both hands. No! Don't touch your pecker, Allen, just your thighs." Michelle began.
Sue leaned forward. "Give us a little humping action, Allen! Oh, sorry, Michelle, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Don't be silly, Sue. I want you to help me direct Allen! I want all of you to participate. Allen would probably just stand there like a statue and stroke his dick." She added derisively. "That would be fine with me." Marge giggled, staring in disbelief. "In all my years I never would have believed that I'd get to see something like this."
"Very nice Allen, now bring your hands up to your belly. Use one hand to rub your bush and the other to squeeze one of your boobs." Colleen suggested.
"Keep up the hip action, Allen, and slowly turn in a circle so we can see you from all sides." Sue added.
"Now switch hands, Allen." Marge continued. "Pet your thigh and squeeze your little booby, tell us how much you like being our sex object."
"Ah.h.h.h.h...." Allen moaned softly, his swollen cock swaying as he danced a tight two step on the coffee table. "Oh.h.h.h.gh.gh.gh..." His excitement mounted.
"Switch again, sweetheart." Michelle ordered.
Allen's cock was beginning rise to attention, poking almost straight out. Michelle knew it would almost touch his navel when it was completely aroused. "Use both hands on your boobs and pinch your nipples, lover-boy and tell us just what you want."
Allen's eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open as he bit his lower lip. His breathing was slow and shallow. "Please, Michelle, please jack me off!"
"Not just now, darling, maybe later after you've given my guests a nice show. Rub your balls now, Allen, but don't touch your dick!" Michelle was determined to make this last a long time.
"I wish I had my camera." Mrs. O'Reilly sighed.
"Use your cell phone." Marge suggested.
"Heavens no! I'd never have something like that on my phone. But I'd still like a memento, something to remind me of this party when I've retired."
"That's a great idea, Colleen!" Michelle agreed. "Don't you think so, Allen?"
"No, no, please, no pictures!" Allen pleaded as he continued to shuffle around in circles for his tormentors. But in the back of his mind buried beneath his inhibitions the mere thought excited him even more.
"Oh, honey! Look at you! I don't think you're telling us the truth. Your pecker is standing straight up!" Michelle chided. "Make sure he keeps it up, ladies, I'll get my camera." The faintest bit of a smile crossed Allens lips as his hips caused his cock to bob up and down as he mashed his man boobs and pinched his tits. If this was the last time he would ever masturbate he was making the most of it. He could only hope that maybe, just maybe his wife would put him on display again.
Michelle returned with her camera and began recording his dance.
Does that camera take video, Michelle?" Sue wondered.
"Great idea, sis! I should have thought of that myself!"
"Spank your booty, Allen. You're such a bad boy! Spank that cute little butt!" Allen gave himself a playful swat. "You can do better that that, Allen." Sue continued. "Or should I spank you? You know I would turn that butt bright pink!" Allen spanked himself hard enough to start turning his backside a rosy pink.
"Now put both hands behind your head and grind those hips." Colleen suggested.
"I think Allen's getting into this, ladies," Marge observed, "I see a little something on the head of his dick!"
"Oh oh, Michelle! Allen looks like he might make a mess!" Sue was staring wide eyed as she was clapping her hands and almost cheering.
"Dear me, Michelle, you don't want him to stain your carpet!" Marge warned.
Colleen smirked. "Give him a hanky or something."
"Then we won't be able to see him spurt!" Sue objected. "I love to watch guys spurt their spunk."
Marge's eyes stared in disbelief at her youngest daughter. "I didn't....."
"Mom!" Sue realized she had inadvertently given her mother a little too much information. "It's not like I have sex with all kinds of guys but I'm not above giving them a hand job when we make out."
"So you're still....."
