My Wife's Fucked Up Family. The Happy Doms. - Part 5
I strongly advise you to read the earlier parts if you have not, or you might not understand what's happening.
The Happy Doms
It was Friday afternoon and I was driving to Lily and Rod's place. They were the last of the couples I had to serve to pay my penance. They were also the two I'd had sex with, which when I got caught, was the reason for my punishment.
I'm on the road reflecting on how I've sucked three cocks now in my ordeal. Sucking cock isn't as horrible as I thought it would be. But also nowhere near as good as being with the ladies.
As trials go, there were some bad parts, but some good parts too. In some ways I was looking forward to being with Lily - and Rod.
Lily and Rod were kinda kinky. However, as I've discovered, all the couples are kinky.
Calla said I was just as kinky, and looking back I've done some kinky things - mind you, all because I was made to.
Things that nevertheless I sometimes enjoyed. Does it make me kinky to like stuff, given that that I was made to do? Or does my lack of responsibility excuse me?
But it wasn't all about the kink. Lily and Rod's marriage was on the rocks and everyone seemed to agree that my involvement injected something into their relationship that would help their marriage. So I was glad I was there to save it.
When I arrived I settled in and they offered me a stiff drink. They said it was to celebrate a new beginning. I didn't like the sound of that. It burned.
Then Rod got all serious. He started off, "We are the Bigs and you are the little. We are important and you, well you're important in a different way. We are in charge and you do what we say. Got it?" I nodded sheepishly.
"Good." Chimed in Lily, " Now go pick an outfit from the ones laid out on the bed."
I went into the bedroom to see two outfits displayed on the bed. One of them was very masculine, lots of leather and studs. But the ass was open which made me nervous. Would it be inviting anal sex?
The other outfit was your stereotypical fem french maid getup. It came with lacy panties which would cover and hold everything in.
I looked uncertainly at both outfits. Finally I decided that they would like me to wear the maid's uniform, so I picked that one.
It was odd how putting on sexy clothes made me feel sexy. Pulling the white stockings up my legs I imagined how a man might be turned on by them.
I entered the room, trying to walk like a lady, nervous about being judged for choosing the female one. Though I would have felt judged if I had chosen the other one too.
They didn't scold me, they didn't cheer either. They just accepted my choice and welcomed me in.
They sat me down at the kitchen table presenting me with a scroll. Unrolling the ceremonious paper I saw it was a list of rules.
The first was: Obey without hesitation.
Then: Never masterbate unless instructed to.
Number three was: Always call any man in the room 'Big Sir' and any woman 'Madam' - unless in a role play game.
There were more, but then there was also a separate list of expectations:
"The Dom/sub relationship is an attitude, not merely a list of actions. You should forfeit control of your sexuality. The Bigs will take care of the little and accept her for who she is."
It said 'she'. How could they have known I would pick the maid's costume? I figured they had two scrolls.
Nothing seemed too difficult. I could do it. It seemed kind of long term to go through all the work of making a contract for one weekend. But if that's the game they want to play...
It ended with, "All actions by either party are to be taken
for the good of the relationship." That seemed like common sense. Not that I thought of us as in any kind of relationship beyond them being my in-laws.
They led me into the living room. It was a pretty normal room: plaid couch, dark curtains, a cage for the dog, and a large screen TV. We had dinner sitting on the couch with me in the middle. Then they started a movie - a normal non-pornographic movie.
Rod put his arm around my shoulder. Not like a nervous boy on a first date, but like he owned me. Likewise, Lily laid her feet in my lap so I could massage them while we watched the movie.
All in all, it felt like the normal activities a couple would do except I was inserted in between them.
When the flick was over she drew me to her and she and I made out. Rod ran his hands up and down my legs then peeled my panties off.
I thought the sex was about to start, but was shortly to learn that while it was starting, it was just not starting for me.
Rod told me to go put my clothes away. When I came back completely naked, I was ordered into the dog cage which I had previously assumed was for a dog.
Lily told me to back my ass up to the bars. It wasn't easy but when I finally got in position she showed me a blue jeweled butt plug which she then inserted into my rectum, saying, "Decoration for the decoration."
Kneeling there in the cage, Rod walked around to the other side. "Do you want to suck my cock?" I was ambivalent but I knew what he wanted to hear.
"Yes! Your cock is the best!"
Lily whipped the back of the cage, and even with the bars protecting me I felt the lash. Ron tried again, "Don't forget to say Big Sir. Now...Do you want to suck my cock?"
"Oh yes Big Sir. There's nothing more I want. He then fed me his cock through the bars.
Refusing didn't cross my mind. And I had no more than a few tiny reservations as I slurped on the head.
This marked the fourth time I'd sucked cock.
When he was at his full impressive length, I was resigned to take his cum, but he surprised me by pulling out.
He and Lily went into the master bedroom to go cuddle and have sex without me.
On the surface I was glad not to be ingesting more cum. While his cock seemed clean and familiar, cum still made my mind recoil. However, underneath I felt left out.
Lying there alone, I wanted to jerk off but I remembered the rule. I wrapped myself in the small throw blanket and slept when my erection finally subsided.
Saturday:
The next morning Lily woke me up. When I opened my eyes she told me to let myself out and make us all breakfast.
She spoke authoritatively, "You were never locked in you know. It was a test. You're a wonderful sub." Somehow my heart leaped when she said that.
I made breakfast nude and exposed while they were fully dressed. Lily was strangely overjoyed whenever she caught a glimpse of my blue jewel.
On the other hand, Rod said it was boring. Leaving, he returned a few minutes later, holding what he said were "ball weights". True to their name they were two heavy metal pendulums.
I learned a moment later they weren't called ball weights because they looked like metal balls. He fastened the two shiny orbs to my nuts. Which I discovered made it difficult to cook breakfast, swinging heavily there on cords, from my stretched testes.
After breakfast Lily told me to go get dressed. The maid costume wasn't there, instead I found a hospital gown, like you wear when you're a patient in the hospital. I didn't know if I was supposed to remove the plug or the weights, and since the gown didn't interfere with them I left them.
A moment later Lily and Rod came in. He was dressed like a surgeon and she, like a nurse.
Apparently we were playing doctor.
In a fake German accent Rod asked me, "Vhat seems to be the problem here?"
Thinking quickly on how to play along, I answered, "My balls hurt when I walk, Doc." Which was true.
He smiled at my levity. Putting on Latex gloves with a snap Rod pointed to the bed where I obediently laid down.
They tied me with soft cotton ropes but pretended they were leather 'restraints' like in a hospital.
Lily announced it was time to take my temperature and produced a penis shaped rectal thermometer. Rod took my temp simultaneously by sticking his real penis in my mouth. Talking for the benefit of an imaginary audience they both declared that I had a fever.
They had a whole script worked out using medical terminology to discuss sexual stuff. I was poked and prodded and weird stuff was stuck in my various holes.
At one point Rod's cock was waving and bouncing all around so he declared it was time to check my gag reflex.
He dragged my bound body so my head hung off the side of the bed, then with excruciatingly slow care he began inserting his cock in my mouth. Every half inch or so he 'checked' to see if I was gagging.
When it touched the back of my mouth I coughed at first, then I really did start gagging after the next half inch went in. Rod looked at Lily, "Ze gag point is Fünfeinhalb." She wrote it on a clipboard.
I expected Rod to force the rest of his long schwarz down my throat but he stopped.
Rolling me half on my side Lily applied a generous amount of lube to my ass after unceremoniously pulling the butt plug out.
Rod had prepared something at a table then returned to stuff it rudely and deeply into the vacancy.
Meanwhile, Lily was holding a rubber ball and when she squeezed it the thing in my ass expanded. She pumped it up as much as I could bear.
They seemed to have little regard for who was the patient and who was the health care provider in their little game.
