Edward McA
55 yrs old; sub cuckold; married (LOTB Judith) slave. Member of Parliament (Tory).
Anita P
50 yrs old; cunt/cock slut; divorced & available. Bi-sexual. Clerk (Legal Chambers).
Wednesday, December 25th, 2019.
Christmas 2019 was a disaster for the Ladies of the Briar and their group of cuckolds, submissives and fuck sluts. The Covid 19 pandemic had well and truly arrived and lockdown regulations meant that they couldn't meet for their annual Christmas get together, which usually lasted from 26 December until 1 January.
Traditionally this period was spent at Mary and Eileen's converted small holding, where plenty of food and drink was accompanied by long days and nights of sexual goings-on which ranged from the mundane to the bizarre, and included almost all of the kinks, fetishes and perversions known to woman (and some men!) But not this year. This year each couple spent their Yuletide and New Year in their own little bubble, and everyone was exceedingly miserable.
It was especially difficult for Susan. Recently married to her submissive sissy Paul(a), she had already made her new husband a cuckold. But lockdown meant that she couldn't get the cock she needed to keep her happy.
Paul(a) came back into the living room after having washed the dishes and tidied the kitchen following the excellent Christmas dinner he had prepared and cooked. He handed his hot wife a glass of Chablis and knelt at her side. Susan took her pipe out of her mouth and blew smoke in his face.
"Christmas night, and here we are alone," she said sadly. "Last year I was engaged to you, still single, and with the rest of the Ladies of the Briar, I was up at Mary and Eileen's. I'd been fucked at least twice by this time of night, and we partied until midnight, when the First Day of Christmas began. Fucking Covid! Look at us! I'm stuck here with you, and your useless cock. How the fuck are we going to get through this?"
Paul(a) recognised this last sentence as a rhetorical question. He remained silent, hoping that Susan would soon strap-on and fuck him. She'd already milked him today, and his cum had been saved in a jug which she proceeded to pour on his Christmas pudding. After all, she'd reasoned, it was traditional to have white sauce with Christmas pudding.
Susan puffed quietly on her pipe. An idea had occurred to her earlier, when she heard her cuckold humming the refrain to the song 'The Twelve Days of Christmas' as he was doing his tasks in the kitchen. Now she was thinking her idea through. She turned to Paul(a) with a smile.
"Tomorrow's the First Day of Christmas," she said slowly, still working out the idea in her head. "There are twelve days of Christmas, which will take us up to the sixth of January next year. Hopefully, this bloody lockdown will be relaxed by then, but until then, I'm not prepared to sit here and be bored to tears. Time to email my Sister Ladies of the Briar, I think. I have an idea, and they can all help me to avoid being bored shitless."
She stood up and put her pipe in the ashtray at her side.
"I have an email to write," she announced to Paul(a). "Get upstairs and lube your arse. When I've finished my email, I'm going to fuck you till you squeal."
With that, she went upstairs to the small room which she had started to use as an office since she had been forced to work from home, due to lockdown restrictions. Paul(a) tidied up quickly, turned off all the lights and scurried upstairs after his hot wife. He was aware that his heavy metal cock lock chastity device had suddenly become very tight indeed. He washed his face and hands in the bathroom, brushed his teeth and flossed, and went into Susan's bedroom.
There, he stripped naked, folding his clothes neatly as he had been trained to do, and opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet on Susan's side of the bed.
Her strap-on and harness lay neatly in the drawer, together with her rabbit vibrator, a set of nipple clamps and a large tube of lube. Ignoring everything else, Paul(a) took hold of the tube of lube, uncapped it and squirted a generous dollop onto his fingers. He lubed his arsehole, making sure to get his two fingers inside himself to spread the lube and prepare himself for pegging. He'd once been pegged without being lubed and it was very painful indeed. Just to make sure, he squirted more lube onto his fingers and jammed them straight up his arse. Then he set about lubing himself internally.
Meanwhile, Susan had finished her email, and was proofreading it before sending it. Her lips moved silently as she read:
From: susanbhotwife@kinkmail.co.uk
To: hotwifeberylb@kinkmail.co.uk
Cc: ladiesofthebriargroup@kinkmail.co.uk
Hi, Mam, and all my beautiful Lady of the Briar friends,
Merry Christmas to you all! I hope you are all having a better time of it than I am. Stuck here at home with my new cuckold, I am desperate for some cock. I have decided to put my cuckold through some tests, based on the traditional rhyme of 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'. But I need your help. This is what I have in mind.
Every day, starting tomorrow (26 December), I am going to make my cuckold carry out a task for my amusement. I have thought of tomorrow's task. Instead of "On the First Day of Christmas, my true love sent to me... a partridge in a pear tree", I am going to give my cuckold "a penis full of Deep Heat". That is, I'm going to slather his boi clit in Deep Heat and make him wear a condom for a couple of hours.
I want suggestions from you as to what I can do to him from the 27th onwards. I will promise to do whatever the first suggestion that lands in my in box says. I hope you approve?
I can't wait to get all together again. I miss you all terribly, and I can't wait to see you all again, and share a cigar or a pipe with you all. Come on, ladies! Get your thinking caps on! My cuckold needs pain, humiliation and domination. I look forward to your suggestions.
All my love, hugs, licks and smoky kisses to you all.
Susan. X X X X X X X X X (that's one kiss each!)
Susan pressed 'send' and shut down her laptop. She turned off the desktop lamp and closed the door to her office. Entering her bedroom, she was pleased to see her cuckold on his knees at the side of her bed. She walked past him without a word and entered her ensuite bathroom.
"Toilet time, cucky," she called, and Paul(a) scurried into the bathroom after her. He got into position in the specially adapted toilet box and watched in delight as his hot wife squatted down onto the seat. Susan, like all of the Ladies of the Briar group, never wore any underwear, and the action of sitting down caused her smooth outer cunt lips to open. Paul(a) inhaled the heady, pungent aroma in his enclosed box and waited, his mouth open.
Due to the ingenious design of the toilet box, Paul(a)'s mouth was mere centimetres away from Susan's cunt. When she began to piss, nothing was wasted. The stream flowed into her cuckold's mouth, and he'd been trained to swallow and lick his hot wife dry when she'd finished.
Susan stood up and washed her hands at the sink. Whilst she cleaned her teeth, Paul(a) extracted himself from the toilet box and waited patiently, kneeling at her side as he had been trained to do. Susan put her toothbrush away and patted him on the head.
She unclipped the thin gold chain which she wore around her neck and removed the key that hung from it. Unbidden, Paul(a) stood up and Susan unlocked the heavy metal chastity device that enclosed his boi clit. When she carefully removed the urethral plug, Paul(a)'s little boi clit immediately swelled to its' full four inches. Susan giggled.
"Poor baby," she cooed. "You really were last in the queue when man-sized cocks were being handed out, weren't you?"
She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature to the lowest setting and took down the shower head from its' beholder. Paul(a) got into the shower cubicle and waited. When the jet of icy water hit his cock and balls, he gasped as the freezing flow caused his little boi clit to shrivel rapidly. He gripped his tiny appendage whilst Susan took down the silicon cock lock that she made him wear to bed down from the shelf.
She slid the urethral plug in and quickly and efficiently attached the silicon sheath. The small padlock slipped into position and closed with a satisfying click. Susan turned off the shower and replaced the head in its' holder.
"Dry yourself and come to bed," she said, smiling sweetly. She walked out of the ensuite bathroom without another word.
When Paul(a) entered the bedroom, the sight that greeted him caused his cock lock to twitch and become very snug indeed. He was used to wearing a chastity device. His mother had locked him away on his eighteenth birthday, and he'd worn some version of a cock lock ever since. When Susan informed him that he was to become her husband, Paul(a)'s mother, Lilian had handed over control of her son's cock to her soon-to-be daughter-in-law. Susan's first task had been to replace Paul(a)'s bog standard cock lock with a much smaller, more secure heavy metal cage. She also set about training him with sounding rods, and just before they married, she got all the Ladies of the Briar together to witness her introducing her fiancé to his new chastity device, complete with urethral plug. Lilian had been invited too, even though she wasn't a member of the group.
