My New Life at Work...First Week Continues Part 6
I arrived home that evening (Monday) and felt exhausted by the roller coaster ride we had experienced over such a brief period of time. It brought me great comfort that Master must have some good intuition as allowing me to get home and be in my wife's arms, his slut's arms, tonight was truly needed. Also, our vanilla lives were returning to status quo and that must have been part of his decision as well. Regardless, I felt more centered and balanced then I had since Friday evening.
That night was wonderful and it was like my new life as a slave was a distant memory. When Miss Jenny and I finally went to bed, we snuggled as if everything was back to normal. Strangely, I felt incredibly sexual and my small boy clit poked at her backside as we snuggled. Miss Jenny turned towards me and began to speak...cucky, I spoke to Master and we agreed that you need to think about your new situation at work as an opportunity to show me, Master and others, you have the strength to be a husband that can endure trying situations.
Show us you have the emotional and psychological strength to be a man in other ways...she felt my small lil cock and continued...more so than you can be in bed, she said as she smiled in a devious manner. Again she continued...show everyone you are man enough to take some adversity, and in the process, gain the respect of me, Master and potentially others. Simply put, you have to give up some of yourself and your pride to prove your love to me and prove to Master that you are worthy as his slave. Further, Master's ego is substantiated further by your humiliation and degradation and you need to embraced being demeaned and debased for the gratification of both myself and Master.
That is one option and clearly the best one for all of us, or you can take a path of being a whiny, disobedient weakling in front of us and others. This will earn you punishments and you will lose the respect of Master and in doing so, will lose some of my respect. My wife said this while again smiling profusely at my shame and embarrassment.
Her words were tormenting me and the humiliation was immense...she took hold of my lil boy clit and rubbed the tip gathering the already forming precum from the head. She brought it to my mouth, saying that it was nice that I was responding to her words in such a manner. Again, my body was betraying me and her words only hurt and debased me, but sadly, I was responding in a way that demonstrated I was enjoying her distressing words. She kissed me wetly and repeatedly on the lips...they were delicious and I was in absolute heaven. Absent her humiliating words, this felt like old times, before her sexual appetite and sexual sophistication had changed.
Miss Jenny reached down and felt my small but leaking stiff boy clit once again and I softly asked...no in fact begged for her to let me inside her. Miss Jenny laughed, commenting that clearly I would need Master's permission to do that, but that having me inside her was not of interest to her at this time...cucky honey, my pussy is tired and incredibly sore from Master fucking me earlier today and all the activity last night...come lick me...your sucking and licking is rather soothing and it seems to help the swelling of my cunt go down. I was taken aback by her use of the word cunt at this moment, but again selfishly begged, Miss Jenny, I am so horny and I won't last but a few minutes at most...you are stretched out and will barely feel me...the feeling of humiliation heightened as I thought about the words escaping my mouth...I was justifying fucking my wife by telling her I was small, could not last, and that she would not even feel me inside of her...I felt my lil cock pulse as the reality of this hit me hard.
Miss Jenny did not seem pleased at my request and she roughly pressed my head to her pussy and I began to lick and lap at her tender cunt. I could feel her puffy pussy lips in my mouth and I licked softly, but strategically. My tongue softly circled her tender piercings and I absolutely loved the additions to her delicious cunt.
She moaned and then further increased my humiliation...she communicated, cucky, with your tongue trace Master's name on my tender cunt over and over. While you please me, I will text Master to see if he is okay with you playing with your lil clit or maybe even putting it inside me for a single minute, she said in a condescending manner. She parted her smooth thighs wider and gave a vigorous response to my tongue as she humped and gyrated her crotch in my captive face. She clamped my head tightly with her legs and also used her hands to tightly press my head to her soft, swollen, bruised, and sore, cunt. She was very wet, but there was no cum present and the absence seemed strange which proved how quickly I had grown accustomed to Master's warm, thick liquid presence.
After about 10 minutes of my tongue tracing the letters, Master, again and again on her sexy pussy, she started to quiver and she took hold of my head roughly pressing it more forcefully against her now dripping cunt...she was having an incredible orgasm on my tongue and mouth and we both enjoyed this immensely. She moaned as she came down from her orgasm...it is so wonderful having you around cucky...I love your tongue and I will have no problem sleeping now.
Her phone buzzed and she apologized, in a sarcastic and demeaning fashion, Master denied your request to play or be inside of me cucky. I wiped my glazed covered face and moved up to snuggle her as she faded to sleep, and I stirred restlessly as my lil boy clit pulsed in utter frustration and humiliation. I was finally able to fall asleep as well, holding my beautiful wife, my Master's slut, tightly throughout the night.
The week went by surprisingly quick with the exception of me not being allowed to cum, which was pure anguish. Still, here it was Friday morning and I was reflecting on the past week...while the time seemed to have moved rapidly, the one reality that struck me hard was the amount of degradation and humiliation I had become accustomed to in such a short period of time. While my wife had not been back in the office since Monday, I had genuinely taken an incredible amount of torment at work.
The entire staff, consisting of 5 executives and 15 others, including the cleaning crew all either knew directly or had heard rumors about my situation, my demotion, my life as a cuckold, my life as Master's slave, my wife's adoration for Master, and his equal excitement for her. I had been teased frequently and was often treated with disdain as well...especially by Tim, my new boss. Tim had made a number of remarks, specifically that when Master was done with my wife, he would look forward to using her as well...this was excruciating to take. Further, both Master and Tim, in the presence of others had grown to enjoy subjugating and ridiculing me. One specific example came to the forefront of my mind...during our office staff meeting on yesterday morning; Master had me serve coffee and donuts to the others like I was a maid and / or servant. Further, I was required to stand near the coffee pot for the entire meeting until someone beckoned me, most typically by snapping their finger (which both Master and Tim did frequently throughout the meeting).
Other examples happened throughout the week...if Master thought the office needed tidying up, it was not unusual for him to order me to empty the trash cans, vacuum, mop or dust, making me do so in my business suit. Even worse, Tim had ordered me to move my office next to the restrooms and I could almost hear the sound of my male colleagues urinating given the close proximity and thins walls...in fact, I was becoming accustomed to the sound of flushing water like it was background noise. Surprisingly, I had also become comfortable working with and candidly reporting to Miss Vanessa as part of the cleaning crew.
I had become pretty efficient at performing janitorial duties and working the office cleaning schedule in the mornings or evenings and actually enjoyed her praise. Still, transforming into the office submissive and the aspects that came along with the reality of my cuckold situation was not easy and the daily feeling of emasculation was not getting any easier...just the opposite, the more people knew, the worse it was becoming. It had escalated to a point where I was treated as inferior by the entire staff, even those that should have been or were previously subordinate to me.
My mind continued wandering about the week's events...Tuesday was a rather easy day, but Wednesday I was subjected to tremendous humiliation and degradation. The morning began with my former secretary and her friend entering my office without notice. Miss Melissa ordered me to remove my pants and show her friend my degrading tattoos...she ordered this as she was laughing and commenting to her friend that she won't believe this. With immense humiliation I complied, lowering my pants and revealing my demeaning tattoos...this was soon followed by gasps and then laughter.
Even Miss Melissa could still not believe that I had obediently obtained these debasing tattoos. Master had entered my office shortly thereafter, ordered me to bend over and he roughly assaulted my ass with a riding crop...this went on for nearly a half hour while my door remained open. Certainly a number of my colleagues could hear what was taking place given the proximity of my office to the restroom.
As Master roughly struck me again and again, he reminded me that my contract was clear and that I was required to sit while peeing like the whore sissy I was. Somehow he knew that I had been disobedient and this was my punishment to correct my insubordination. Further he ordered that from now on I would pee squatting outside in the grass during the work days, at home in the backyard when the kids were in bed, and sitting down at all other times. Master had contracted to have a small patch of grass placed out back at work that was surrounded by four fences and he brought me to the window showing me the designated area. This caused my heart to race...only the office windows could see down on the patch, but all of my co-workers could easily see me squatting and pissing should they wish to view my humiliation.
