Note: This story is the thirty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
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I looked around while April was leading me into the living room. Ten men were comfortably seated in arm chairs. This morning Mark, Bobby and I brought in extra chairs so that each of our guests would have a comfortable place to sit.
The studs were tall and physically fit. They were all handsome men in their late twenties to mid forties.
I recognized every one of them.
Big dick Jason was sitting next to his friend Mel. Jason and Mel were both frequent guests in our house. The girls told me that Mel was hung every bit as well as Jason.
Barry, our realtor was seated near the back of the room. I didn't know that he was going to be one of the guests, but when I thought about it he certainly met all of the criteria.
There were six men that I knew from Baxter's. Dave, Rick, Al, James, Michael and Tony were all regulars at the nightclub. Both Sandra and Julie had both been to the parking lot with all of them. They were always nice and polite to Mark, Bobby and me. They would be pleasant guests.
I'd never met the tenth man. He was a young African American. His name was Jamal. I'd heard that he was going to be one of the guests. He was an old friend of April's. The girls told me that he was an excellent college basketball player. He was now in the first year of his surgery residence at the University Hospital. When the girls talked about him last Thursday night, they weren't sure if he'd be able to get the afternoon off. He had a soft drink in his hand. I thought it was very likely that he was on call. I also gathered from the girls that in college, he was a notorious stud.
April led me to a spot where we were standing in a line even with Maddie and Julie. We stopped about four feet to the right of Julie and Bobby. April turned and faced the men. I got down on my knees next to her.
I took a quick look out of the corner of my eye. Bobby was kneeling next to Julie and Mark was kneeling next to Maddie.
Sandra was addressing the men. "Gentleman, I would like to introduce our husbands to you. We refer to them as our cucks. Cuck is our slang word for cuckold. For those of you who are unfamiliar with that term, it is a middle English word describing a man whose wife is unfaithful to him."
Sandra laughed. "That is certainly going to be an accurate description of our husbands this afternoon."
The men started to laugh.
Sandra walked over to me and patted my chastity cage. "You might notice that our cucks are wearing Plastic shields over their cocks and balls this afternoon." Sandra giggled. "Yes they actually do have penises and testicles. They're cute little miniature versions of the real thing. The only problem is that their toys are actually working miniatures. Because we don't want our slaves running around with erections all afternoon, we have to keep them controlled. We don't want to castrate them; that would be cruel, so we lock them up instead.
Sandra flicked her index finger against the side of my cage. "These plastic shields are called chastity cages and they keep the cucks from getting uncontrolled erections. These chastity cages allow our cucks to function as eunuchs while we're entertaining men like you."
I looked around the room. Several men were snickering. Others were shaking their heads.
Sandra continued. "This afternoon our cucks are not going to be allowed any sexual pleasure at all. Their chastity cages even prevent them from masturbating. If they happen to walk by while one of us is sucking your cock, take a moment to think about how much pleasure you're receiving and how little pleasure they're getting. This afternoon they are surrendering their marital rights as our husbands or boyfriends to you."
Sandra patted my head. "Our cucks are our slaves and our pets. We like them very much so we ask you to please be kind and gentle to them. Treat them like you would treat the family dog. Praise them and pat them if they're good. If they're rude or disobedient please do not try to discipline them yourselves. Tell one of us and we will see that the offending cuck is properly punished."
I heard the crack of a whip. Everyone turned. Brenda was holding the horsewhip. She had just hit a book sitting on one of the end tables.
Sandra smiled. "The cucks are here to see to your every need. You will not have to lift a finger this afternoon. If you want something to drink, they will bring it to you. If you are hungry they will bring you food. Your wish will be their command."
Sandra walked over to Maddie. "Our cucks have names." Sandra pointed to Mark's shirt. "Their names are printed on their tee shirts. You might notice that they're names are indicative of their sexual prowess." She giggled, "Maybe it would be more accurate to say, lack of prowess. Their names might give you a little insight as to why were playing with you this afternoon, rather than with them."
Sandra looked at the men. "Maddie is holding Tiny." Sandra nodded to Mark. "Tiny please bow to our guests."
Mark politely bowed. Maddie patted his head and said, "Good boy."
Some of the men chuckled.
Sandra turned to Bobby. "Julie is holding Quickie; Quickie, please bow."
Bobby followed Mark's lead and bowed. Julie patted his head and said, "Good boy."
Sandra gestured to me. "April is holding Speedy; Speedy, please bow."
I bowed. April patted my head and said, "Good boy."
Sandra smiled at the men. "We wanted all of you to see how well behaved and submissive our cucks are. We invite you to feel free to take full advantage of their willingness to serve and please you. We expect them to treat you like kings this afternoon."
Sandra walked over and stood next to me. "Speedy actually belongs to Julie and me. He lives in this house with us. If you need anything or can't find something, Speedy will assist you. If you don't see him, ask Quickie or Tiny to fetch him for you."
Sandra stopped. "By the way, our cucks are very well trained. They have learned to respond quickly to certain key words. All three of them are very familiar with the word fetch. If you want a beer, just say Speedy fetch me a beer."
Sandra patted my head. "Speedy is an excellent cook. He has stocked the refrigerator with a variety of delicious snacks. During the party, Tiny and Quickie should be circulating with trays of these snacks. If food isn't offered to you during a break, please feel free to tell them to fetch it for you. If you get really hungry, ask Speedy to make you a sandwich. He has a wonderful selection of roast beef, turkey, ham and cheese. He will be more than happy to accommodate you."
