Chapter 25 A long night ends, a new day begins
It had to be at least two in the morning when I was wheeled into Daddy's bedroom. I had expected they would be done with their activities, and all I would be subjected to was them sleeping side-by-side in His bed, which was punishment enough to fill me with jealous rage.
I also thought, Joe would carefully roll me in, so as not disturb. But when he got to the door, it was exactly the opposite. He trundled me in, like those guys that gather the carts at the supermarket, again knocking into the door. He then turned on the overhead lighting, illumining the room like a county fair midway.
There they were sound asleep, but Joe wasn't going to let that continue. He placed me at the foot of the bed with congressman Cuck's cage on the right, then went over to wake Mr. Jenkins up.
"Urph, herm... what time is it? So, how did it go, Joe?" Mr. Jenkins said, waking grumpily.
"2:30, Sir. Just as you thought; she tried to go all night. I tried to stop her as you directed, but then let her take as long as she wanted."
"Thanks, Joe. You staying?"
"Nah, going home, but I'll be back tomorrow."
As usual, he had outmaneuvered me; I had been played, and all my earlier sense of pride began to fade. It turned out they had gone asleep almost since they left. Now, they would wake up refreshed, and I would be forced to witness my betrayal just as I wanted to avoid.
"Uhm... snookums... wakey wakey. Time to show my sissy what you can do." He purred at her.
I was so frustrated, and all I could do was groan into my cock gag and sob, as she woke up. Her fleshy body emerged from under the sheets, and then she was all over him. She peeled back the covers from him until his beautiful cock was exposed. He was only semi-erect, but as usual impressive, even so.
"Hey, cuckold, faggot, wake the fuck up and watch me fuck your whore wife." He shouted at the congressman. It was hard to believe he could be asleep, especially given his predicament in the cage.
Mr. Jenkins picked up something off the nightstand and hurled it at his cage. It was a small pewter paper weight that made a big commotion when it clanged into the cage. The congressman woke up suddenly almost yanking off his small penis, locked, like my clitty, to the bottom of his cage. He groaned from the pain and looked around confused for a second.
On the bed, she was sucking his cock. I had to give it to her there, the bitch could suck a cock. She was little like Angel in that regard where her giant mouth just molded itself to the cock and she swallowed it whole without a hesitation. Then I saw him do something I don't think I ever saw; he lifted up her legs toward him and ate her out.
She was slobbering over his cock, as he was eating her pussy. I was out my mind with jealousy, and I realized something in that instant. This wasn't about showing her a good time "to solve her commitment issue"; it was about us, about me and him. He was specifically trying to make me jealous. This whole thing was much more about teaching me a lesson than to fix her lack of obedience.
I also reckoned it would be more difficult to talk him into my plan to fix her situation. I realized too, that I needed to decipher the lesson accurately and demonstrate to him that I had learned it well. So as to have this woman out of his bed and safely back in DC, as soon as possible. But that was part of the lesson too. Marriage or no marriage, he was definitely in charge. I realized too that this was also a lesson for him.
He was navigating a new situation, and he had given me too much leeway since the engagement. This was a corrective for himself as much as for me. He was resetting the terms of relationship. Having erred on the side of liberalism, he was establishing a firmer grip. I unexpectedly felt thankful for that. I recognized that we had drifted toward a more traditional domestic relationship and that's not what I needed.
I was a possession that did not need to be consulted; he had to show me again that I was his in a way that he was not mine. Despite how comfortable I had become in our domestic arrangement since the proposal, I was not to think this would change our basic Dom/dominated relationship. Jealousy is pointless. He was going to give her whatever he felt like giving and take from me and her whatever he wanted.
I was to accept it, no questions asked. To let him take one last thing from me, his freedom, even in marriage. It was like a codicil or rider to the engagement and marriage contracts. I had to give my consent to this new arrangement, in a way he would recognize.
My uncomfortable position made it impossible to avoid experiencing the events unfolding before me. I could close my eyes, but she was really sloppy and loud, making provocative slurping, moaning and groaning noises. It would almost be worse without the visual context. Without other stimuli, I focused all of my attention intently on the scene.
I scanned the room with the limited range afforded me by the binding. I peripherally looked over at the cuck, who was literally salivating through his ball gag, and drooling through the cage around his small peenie, then back to the bed where she was still swallowing his cock, but now trying to get his balls in at the same time; the fucking show off!
But I couldn't think like that. I had to enjoy the fact the he was able to derive pleasure from her devotions and from the humiliation he was making me go through, as the pathetic sub that I am. That last thought, gave my heart and my already overwrought clitty a twinge.
I tried to watch the scene objectively, letting the humiliation just sit there around the edges. I thought about how George had called me a "faggot," and how that word had ceased to have the power it once had. To be enthralled by humiliation requires not giving completely into it. Accepting it fully stops the excitement.
When I still thought of myself as man, the term was humiliating, but now that I had accepted that I was no man, I could no longer derive the perverse pleasure of being debased by it. If you can't feel genuine humiliation, you can't be sexually stimulated by it. It was like making a joke about the current king of France; there's no there there.
I realized why the clips of my ex-wife retelling her betrayal were so effective, and why they wouldn't be going forward. I had never completely accepted what she was and what she had done to me, so it still hurt every time a new outrage was revealed. He was switching from that humiliation to this, and it worked, from the cucked husband to a sub sissy wife.
As I was lost in this train of thought, he had pulled her off himself and drug her by the hair, so her head was at the bottom of the bed nearest to me. He positioned her head lolling over the edge of the bed then placed himself at the entrance of her mouth. He turned his head around to face me, looked me right in the eye, for the first time since I was hand-trucked in, and conspiratorially said, "watch this, sissy!"
He pushed his cock firmly and steadily, but very slowly down her throat, as she gurgled and hummed, until his big balls were resting on the bridge of her nose. She just groaned with that big fat cock down her throat. I had fidgeting and just then discovered I could reach the handle of the plug in my ass and distractedly began manipulating it.
As soon as I touched the plug, I started moaning loudly through my gag. He turned to see what I was doing, surveyed the scene, and again looked me straight in the eyes.
I tried to convey that I understood the lesson and was eager for him to continue. I pushed my plug further in, and raised my hips deliberately, which stretched my clitty, giving me a jolt of pain, I knew he would enjoy reading in my eyes. I moaned into the gag as loudly as I could to show I understood.
"You like what you see, sissy?"
