Sandra and Stevie

Note: This story is the forty-third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-two 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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Life was much quieter without Julie living in the house. It was really too quiet. Julie added a lot of energy to our lives. Both Sandra and I missed her.

Sunday afternoon Sandra entertained Big Dick Jason while I played golf.

When I got home from golf I took a shower. As I was getting dressed I heard Sandra saying good bye to Jason. I didn't realize he was still here. They must have been in the playpen.

I shook my head. Jason and Sandra must have spent at least three hours fucking. As I thought about it I suspected that Sandra intentionally dragged the afternoon session out so that Jason would still be here when I got home. I was certain she wanted to send me a message. She wanted me to know just how long a real stud lover was capable of performing.

Sandra walked into the bedroom. "Jason was an absolute animal this afternoon. He was insatiable. He wore me out. He came five times." She stared at me. "Hey Studman, did you do that when you were fucking Julie the other night?" She laughed. "Not even in your dreams."

I sighed. It was clear that I was not yet out of the doghouse.

"Well I'm glad you're home. I need a bath and I'm starving. After you bathe me, you can make me some supper."

Sandra carried on about Jason's sexual prowess the entire time I was bathing her. She gave me a blow by blow description of their afternoon activities. By the time she was out of the tub Sandra had established Jason as a super stud.

As soon as I was done drying Sandra off, she walked into the bedroom. "Fetch your cage Sissyboy. Slaves really shouldn't be allowed to walk around the house with free swinging dicks. They might get confused and start believing they're studs."

Sandra smiled when she was done locking my cage in place. "That's much better."

She walked out to the patio. I followed her. She sat down on a lounge chair. "Speedy fetch my novel."

I quickly found Sandra's book. As I handed it to her she grinned at me. "Sissyboy, there is nothing better than being pampered by your wimp slave after a long hot afternoon with a man." Sandra sighed with contentment. "I'm ready for a glass of wine and some dinner now. I think I'd like a small steak and a nice salad. I hope we have some tomatoes for the salad."

I nodded. "Yes Mistress, I believe we do."

Sandra picked up her book and started reading. After a moment she looked up at me. "Sissyboy you're dismissed. Go attend to your duties."

I started the grill and seasoned two small tenderloin steaks. As soon as those tasks were done I brought Sandra a chilled glass of chardonnay.

As I was setting it down next to her she lowered her book. "Speedy, I'll have my dinner on the patio this evening."

I bowed politely. "Yes Mistress."

While I was preparing dinner I wondered just how long Sandra would continue punishing me. I knew my sweetheart very well. She was both stubborn and strong willed. I suspected she could keep this up for several weeks. I thought about trying to discuss this with Sandra, but I was fairly certain that she wasn't yet ready to do that. I decided my best course of action was to continue to weather her wrath.

I smiled, for a masochistic, submissive cuckold; Sandra's treatment was actually pretty exciting. The truth was, I enjoyed being her slave.

I served Sandra her dinner. When she was done eating I cleared the table, ate my own dinner in the kitchen and washed the dishes.

When I was done with my chores I joined Sandra on the patio. She put me through another intense session of domination, including another spanking.

After she finished spanking me Sandra made me give her oral pleasure for over an hour. When she was finally satisfied, she took my cage off and allowed me to kneel at her feet and masturbate. When I was done, Sandra again made me lick my fingers clean by myself.

That night I tried to cuddle with Sandra when it was time to go to sleep. She pushed me away and rolled over so her back was facing me. As she closed her eyes she said, "Slaveboy be thankful I let you share my bed."

That night as I fell asleep, I felt bad. My only consolation was that I understood why Sandra was treating me so badly. She was hurt and she was hurt because she loved me.

Monday was a very busy day for me. I got up early. I spent several hours on the internet doing more research on the group in Atlanta. At 10:00 I went to the grocery store and purchased the ingredients I needed to prepare the food for Roger's dinner party. I also stopped and bought the appropriate wines to accompany the meal. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right.

When I got home, I carried the groceries and wine from the garage into the kitchen. As I was putting everything away I noticed that Sandra was out on the patio. She was naked.

I went into the bedroom, took off my clothes and slipped into my swimming trunks. Swimming trunks weren't really an accurate name for my bathing suit. Swimming trunks suggest something worn by a man. My swim suit was actually the bottom half of a girls bikini. It was yellow with pink and blue flowers all over it. It was a gift from Sandra.

I walked out onto the patio. Sandra saw me and smiled. "Hi Speedy, I saw you carrying in groceries. Do you have everything you need for Roger's party tonight?"

I nodded. "Yes, I had to go to three stores, but I found everything I am going to need."

"Speedy, I'm so excited about this evening. I'm really looking forward to showing you off to everyone. I want Roger and his guests to see just how well trained and submissive you are." She smiled. "I wish I could tell everyone the truth about you. It would be so hot if all of Roger's guests knew that you really are my slave."

She sighed. "But obviously I can't tell them that. In fact, we will have to be very careful to make sure that none of Roger's guests ever suspect the true nature of our relationship. It is absolutely essential that all of his guests believe that you're nothing more than a hired caterer."

Sandra shrugged. "I'll just have to be satisfied with treating you like a common servant." She grinned at me. "Speedy, these are wealthy people; they will be expecting me to treat you with a certain amount of arrogance and disdain." She winked at me. "Believe me Speedy. I am going to truly enjoy treating you that way. I fully intend to be curt and condescending to you throughout the entire evening. I want you to be constantly aware that you are nothing more than a peon serving his superiors."

I quietly raised an issue that was worrying me. "Sandra, you might want to be very careful about using my full name this evening. My success with Bentine Pharmaceutical is very well known among wealthy investors in this city."

Sandra stared at me. "Yes, I suppose that you're correct. I'll have to remember that you actually do have some skills not normally associated with a lowly slave."

I sighed. Sandra was pushing me as hard as she could.

She thought about this, after a moment she smiled. "We'll introduce you as Stefan. Yes, that will do very nicely. We'll tell everyone that you're a new caterer in the city."

Sandra lay back on her chair and spread her legs. Her cunt was already wet. There was no doubt that she was excited about the dinner party.

She started to play with her pussy. "Speedy, I am going to go out of my way to dote on Roger tonight. I am going to worship my lover all evening long. I am going to idolize and adore him. You are going to have to watch while I act like I'm Roger's special pet." She stared at me. "After tonight you are going to understand exactly how I treat a real man and how a real man treats me."

Sandra was obviously using this dinner party as a tool for putting me in my place.

I was hanging my head. I really didn't know how to respond to her assault.

Sandra didn't let up. She spread her legs further apart and rubbed her clit. "Speedy I want you to look at my pussy. I know just how much you love it. Later this evening after all of the guests are gone, my man is going to get to fuck this beautiful pussy while you watch. Think about that Sissyboy. Think about watching Roger while he pushes his big hard dick in and out of my cunt." She laughed. "He's going to be fucking me while you're cleaning his house." Sandra snickered at me. "That's quite a fall for a big stud like you isn't it."

Sandra rolled onto her stomach. "Studman come over here and get on your knees. We have a few minutes before we have to go. Let's find out exactly what kind of a man you really are."

I did as I was told. There wasn't any reason to challenge Sandra. I'd already made the decision to weather her anger. I knew she would eventually get over this. Time heals all wounds. I spread the cheeks of her ass and obediently kissed and licked her asshole.

The truth was, I didn't want to challenge Sandra. I was very aroused when I pushed my tongue into her ass.

This was actually an ironic situation. Sandra was a sadist and I was a masochist. Her expression of anger was in fact creating an incredibly exciting adventure for both of us. Her efforts to punish me for fucking Julie were actually helping us push the limits of our dominant submissive relationship.

She sensed my excitement. "Oh yes baby, you're just as excited about this as I am. Sissyboy, we are going to have a wonderful evening. We're going to remember this night for the rest of our lives."

Sandra sat up and hugged me. I smiled. This was the first genuine expression of warmth she'd given me in two days.

Sandra kissed me. "Go down on me Stevie. Make me cum."

I slipped down to my knees, closed my eyes and buried my face between Sandra's legs. I made love to her cunt. I did it with my tongue. This was the proper way for a submissive sissyboy to make love to his mistress. It was a demonstration to Sandra that I still knew my place.

Her first orgasm came quickly.

Sandra took a moment to recover from her orgasm. As soon as she regained her composure, she stood up. "Speedy, it's time to get ready to go."

I noted that I wasn't given the luxury of an orgasm. I understood, I was a slave. Sandra believed that a little sexual edginess made me much more obedient. I was quite certain that I would not be allowed to cum until Sandra returned home tomorrow.

We went into the bedroom.

Sandra handed me two garment bags. "These are our outfits for the party." She grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee shirt for herself. "Stevie, put on jeans right now. We have some work to do when we get there. We can clean up and change at Roger's right before the party."

When we were ready to go Sandra stopped. "Stevie pull you pants down, I'll be right back." Sandra went to her dresser. She returned with my cock cage. "Speedy, I want you to wear this tonight."

I bowed my head. "Of course Mistress, I understand. I'm going to be in the presence of your lover tonight."

Sandra smiled at me. I was enthusiastically playing my role. I was now quite certain that this was the best course of action if I wanted to quickly get Sandra through this period of hurt and anger.

Sandra put my cage on my penis and balls and locked it. As she placed the key in her purse she looked at me. "Stevie this is going to be so much fun."

This was the moment when Sandra would normally have put her arms around me and told me that she loved me more than any other man in the world. This time she didn't do it. The omission made my stomach churn. I liked it when she reassured me that she loved me before she went out to meet another man. I understood why she didn't do it. She was still too angry and hurt to give me that reassurance.

Instead Sandra just picked up her purse and said, "Let's go."

I loaded the groceries into my car. We each drove our own cars to Roger's apartment. We needed two cars. Sandra was going to be spending the night with Roger. I was going to be sent home when I was no longer needed.

I followed Sandra. She looked incredibly sexy behind the wheel of her red Thunderbird convertible.

Sandra had a key to Roger's apartment. He was going to be at the law school until at least 5:30. She unlocked his front door. I unloaded the groceries and carried them up to Roger's apartment while Sandra called Roger on the telephone and told him we were here.

When I was done with the groceries, Sandra called me into the living room. "Speedy the first thing I want you to do is strip Roger's bed and wash his sheets." She giggled. "I want you to make the bed really nice for Roger and me tonight."

I stripped the bed and put Roger's sheets into the washer. When I returned Sandra was in his bedroom. "Sissyboy Roger will be wearing this shirt tonight. It's a little wrinkled, iron it for him. He has an ironing board and iron in the closet. "

Sandra went into the living room, sat down on the couch and started reading a magazine while I ironed her lover's shirt.

When I was done I joined her in the living room. She was stretched out on Roger's couch reading. She looked up at me. "Sissyboy the vacuum cleaner is in the hall closet. I think you had better touch up the carpet in the living room and dining room."

I did as I was told. As I was putting the vacuum cleaner away Sandra smiled. "Stevie, there are some more magazines in Roger's bedroom would you fetch them for me."

When I returned with the magazines Sandra looked up at me. "The bathroom needs to be cleaned." As I left to start this new chore Sandra called after me. "Don't forget to wash the floor and put out clean towels."

While I was cleaning the bathroom I heard the dryer bell go off. Roger's sheets were done. I took them into Roger's bedroom and carefully made the bed that Sandra and her lover would be using after they dismissed me for the night.

When I returned, Sandra looked at her watch. "Sissyboy, I think that it's time for you to start making the dinner and setting the table."

I went into the kitchen. I was preparing a four course meal. We would start with a corn chowder. A Caesar salad was the second course. The main course was chicken Dijon with boiled new potatoes and fresh asparagus. For dessert I was serving a chocolate torte that I had actually made last night.

The appetizer was a variety of crackers and cheeses. It was a simple appetizer, but it would do.

Once I had everything cooking, I went into the dining room and prepared the table. I brought a nice white table cloth and cloth napkins from our house. I was afraid that Roger wouldn't have these items. It turned out that I was right."

At 5:30 Roger walked in the door. Sandra jumped up and greeted him with a passionate kiss. When they were done she took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen.

"Roger I would like you to meet Stefan." She nodded to me. "Remember Speedy, that's what we'll be calling you tonight." She turned to her lover. "Roger, this is Stevie."

He smiled at me. "Stevie, Sandra has tried to explain the relationship the two of you have. I am not sure that I will ever understand it." He smiled. "I will say that even though I don't understand it, I am very happy about it. It allows me to go on seeing Sandra." He paused. "Seriously Stevie, I am very grateful for what you are doing for me tonight. I would have been lost without you. Please let me know what I owe you for the things you had to buy."

I smiled. "Don't worry about it, I'm glad to help out."

Roger nodded. "I understand from Sandra that part of the deal is that after the party is over, she and I are going to put on a little show for you." He shrugged. "I'll do my best to make it a memorable one." He stopped. "Stefan, I guess I had better start calling you that, how can I help you? I know that Sandra has told me that you're our slave for the night." He smiled at me. "I think that is kind of hot, but this is a very important dinner for me. I want to assist you in any way that I can."

I smiled. "It would help if you would set up the bar and put the wine out. By the way, what will I be serving for cocktails?"

Roger shook his head and laughed. "This is strictly a Manhattan crowd."

"Well that makes it easy; lay out the whiskey and sweet vermouth and I'll take it from there."

We all went to work.

At 6:15 I jumped in the shower. When I was done Roger and Sandra showered together. I dressed quickly. The outfit that Sandra selected for me consisted of a pair of black dress slacks and a lacey white dress shirt with big puffy sleeves. It was a man's shirt, but it was more like something a Las Vegas entertainer would wear.

I was just putting on my underwear when Roger stepped out of the bathroom. He smirked when he saw my pink lace panties but his attention immediately shifted when he noticed my chastity cage.

"Stefan what is that?"

Sandra came out of the bathroom behind him and put her arms around his waist. She started giggling. "It's a male chastity cage. I use it to control Stevie's ability to have orgasms. When he's locked up he can't even masturbate."

Roger shook his head. "I thought I was kinky, but you two leave me in the dust."

All three of us laughed.

I finished getting dressed, went into the kitchen and attended to the dinner while Sandra and Roger got dressed.

At 7:00 the doorbell rang. The first dinner guests were arriving.

This was the first time I ever catered a formal dinner party. I was busy. The time passed quickly.

While I was serving the drinks and appetizers I noticed that Sandra was living up to her promise. She was doting on Roger. She couldn't keep her hands off of him. She listened intently to every word he said and laughed at all of his jokes. She appeared to adore him. Sandra gave everyone at the party the impression that Roger Franklin was her man and she was deeply in love with him.

Pangs of jealousy were tearing me apart as I scurried around the apartment waiting on Roger, Sandra and their guests.

Watching Sandra and Roger was incredibly painful, but it was also very exciting. As I worked I realized that I was in the middle of the ultimate masochist cuckold fantasy. I focused my attention and did my job.

Sandra was the hostess. She gave me my instructions. "Stefan clear the soup bowls. Stefan we need more wine. Stefan we would like more coffee." She was curt and condescending. She was domineering and dictatorial. Sandra treated me like a servant. The evening just kept getting more and more exciting.

My dinner was an enormous success. Everyone loved the food. The dessert and coffee were the crowning glory. The women all loved the chocolate torte.

The last guests left at 10:00. It was a week night. Everyone wanted to get home.

Sandra and Roger stood at the door saying good bye to their guests while I cleaned the kitchen. As I was working I had an opportunity to look across the living room at Sandra. She was holding on to Roger's arm while she talked with the departing guests. I marveled at her grace and beauty.