My life had changed so but as I looked back it was as if this was the place I was meant to be and the life I was meant to live. It was as if I had been slowly hypnotized into doing the things I was now doing. I realized however, that I was no different than any other husband who has been married any length of time and becomes conditioned by his wife and their relationship. I'm sure you've seen guys married 20 years who do what their wives tell them or wouldn't consider doing something if they thought their wife would be mad at them. Some would called it henpecked, some would call it being pussy whipped, some would call it just plain old being married.
People get conditioned that's a fact of life. I was no different with the exception of the fact that I had taken my conditioning to a deeper level than most. Pattie my rubenesque Queen had conditioned me way past the point most wives condition their husbands. She had the brilliance to see that she and she alone had the power to take me to depths that even I at the time didn't know I could or would ever want to go. But she knew something about me that I probably didn't know about myself. She knew that I had a need to be dominated, humiliated and emasculated by a strong beautiful woman.
Here I sat mulling these thoughts over on Valentines Day as I waited for Pattie and Brian, my Queen and King to return from their night out. I stared at the Queening chair my cock twitching as I remembered her sitting in it with me beneath it and between her legs licking her pussy and ass. She had left me tonight after dressing to meet Brian in a tight one piece black spandex dress that accentuated her plump round ass and wide hips, her tits almost falling out of the top. She wore black thigh highs and black heels, her gorgeous red hair flowing free half way down her back. The make up she wore was much heavier than usual with heavy eye shadow, rouge, ruby red lipstick and heavy eyeliner. When she was done applying her makeup she applied her perfume, the scent sending me over the edge. She left me instructions to shower and shave my entire body, wash my babydoll and matching panties and be ready for my King and Queen to return home. With all the above completed, I sat wondering what kinky fate awaited me upon their return.
I recalled our conversation from earlier as she applied her heavy makeup when she must have sensed I was upset. "Is my little baby upset?" She cooed in a mocking tone.
"No it's just that..." my voice trailed off.
"It's just what baby?"
"Sometimes I get afraid and scared that you'll fall in love with Brian and leave me for him." There I had said it, my deepest fear.
She smiled and finished applying the last line of very heavy eyeliner took my chin between her thumb and forefinger like she was explaining something to a small child.
"Ah baby that is so cute and so sweet! Listen baby, I love you and always will. You're my husband and we exchanged vows, till death do us part and I don't plan on ever breaking them. You give me something Brian could baby, you give me total devotion and servitude always putting my needs above yours and always making sure I am happy. You keep a nice house and are a great cook and a wonderful thoughtful person. Brian is a hard cock to me. Yes, he's my boss, yes he's attractive and powerful and dominant, but he would never or could never be the person you are and I wouldn't want him to be. I like his cock baby and we know no matter how hard you try or wish even a little genie like you can't make your teeny cock into one the size of Brian's."
She leaned over and kissed me full on the lips and I almost melted.
She was right and although I knew it I still felt that angst inside that all cuckolds feel, while we sometimes hate doing the things we do, we love the fact that we do them for the woman we love. And I knew that while every word my Queen said was true I still had those old feelings of jealousy, arousal, and angst all mixed together inside flowing out.
"Alright, but sometimes when you look at him and rub your hands over his chest and biceps it's like your falling in love with him."
"Oh baby that's because I LOVE his big biceps and that chest, well what woman wouldn't love to lay her head on that! He's an Adonis honey but he's a piece of meat to me. Brian has no desire to have me as his girlfriend, and plus the firm strictly forbids relationships between employees, and I need to have a man like you in my life as my husband, someone who knows the things I like and how I like them done and you fit the bill perfectly. Now just because we put you through the paces sometimes by having you do some utterly humiliating and down right emasculating things, it's just a test to see how much you really love me and how far you'd be will to go for me. You DO love me don't you baby?"
She was tickling my balls with her long red fingernails now and that old tingling sensation ran from the top of my head to the tips of my toes putting me in a trance and all I could do was moan and nod. She was right, and I knew my place was to serve her and make her happy. As for the humiliation of it all I knew deep down inside she was also right and not only did I enjoy it and looked forward to it, but literally craved it.
I heard the garage door open and my King and Queen entered the house arm in arm giggling. They brushed past me and went straight to the living room where Pattie proceeded to show Brian the new Queening chair and described in great detail how I had performed on her earlier.
As I readied two martinis for them I could hear them laughing and whispering and by the time I got to the living room I almost dropped the silver tray with the drinks. They were both naked with Brian sitting in the Queening chair and Pattie straddling his cock bouncing up and down.
"Well don't just stand there genie, get under us and get to work!" Brian said.
I set the drinks down, gave a short curtsy pulling the ends of the babydoll to each side as I did. Crawling under the chair and placing my head where it had been earlier, I began to lick. However this time I was licking my King's balls and my Queens pussy and asses all at once as they fucked like wild animals. She was correct in one thing; I could NEVER fuck her like he was and so accepting my humble position in life I strove to do what I was born to do, serve my King and Queen.
Under that chair in that moment I licked and sucked like never before. I tasted both of their juices as they fucked licking my Queen's ass and my King's cock and balls as he drove his massive cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. She was bouncing on his cock grunting and emitting animal like groans. There was my gorgeous, vivacious, rubenesque wife, her huge tits bouncing up and down as she rode his cock into an orgasmic frenzy.
