We Train Wives Ch 06

CH 6

I woke the next morning to the sound of Gil knocking on my door. I had a slight hangover as Deny and I had ploughed through quite a few beers the previous evening. I got up and let him in, retiring to the bathroom to pee. When I came out he was sitting on my bed with his pants and underwear off and his cock at full mast. All he said was, "Get the fuck down here."

I looked at him bewildered and he said, "Your wife is going to make you do this to have fun showing off her domination. Think of it as the cost of having little penis and wanting a dominant mate."

I knew that he knew Deny and I had sucked each other off the night before and I wasn't in the mood to pretend I hadn't liked it. I didn't say anything; I just eased to my knees between his legs. I liked that his cock was beautifully large and more challenging to suck. I also knew what he was saying about Karen was true, and I didn't want to disappoint her or one of her lovers if she made me give a blow job.

"I need to tell you something," he said as I sucked. "We told the wives that you and Deny have been here all week watching their evening play."

"Why would you do that," I asked, baffled and to be honest, pissed off. Shouldn't it have been my place to tell her if anybody was going to?

"We do that because it gets the wives worked up and in the mood to practice their humiliation skills, and I don't like you're tone. I've been watching Karen give her morning round of blowjobs and I wasn't on the list this morning, so I need to get off. Now, shut up and suck."

I was working on him enthusiastically. I didn't care that he could tell I wanted a mouthful. All of a sudden I heard a click. He took a picture of me sucking his dick with his cell. "Wait till I show Karen," he said. I didn't care at that point; I wanted to see how big of a load he could shoot. I didn't have to wait long.

"Ready faggot," he said.

That stung, and although I loved my new hobby, I knew I wasn't gay. There was no point in arguing as I was sucking his cock like any garden variety gay dude.

"Here it comes," he announced. I sucked and stroked and within seconds was rewarded. He came the way I hoped he would, voluminously, after which he said, "We need to go over the evening so you're not too shocked."

I stood up and started to get dressed when Gil said, "Hold on there Buddy, you won't be wearing clothes today."

"What, why not?"

"It's not a rule or anything; it's a request from your wife. Apparently she wants you to know what it's like to be watched. Oh, and she said she wants everyone to see your little cock. By the way, it's customary for a submissive to thank a guy for a load."

"Thanks," I said, and meant it, but with some irritation. I didn't like the idea of being nude all day, being self-conscious about my cock size. I actually liked that my small cock would contribute to Karen's need for large cocks, but didn't like having it on display in non-sexual situations. "Do I have to stay naked?" I asked.

"What you have to do is not question directives, you're a submissive now; it's what you wanted. And you can call me Sir or Master."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, about this evening. Tonight will be humiliation training and kink night."

I was all ears.

"There's no need to get freaked out or pissed off this evening. Everything that happens will be what Karen wants to happen. And since she's a little miffed about you watching her without her knowledge or consent, that anger will make it easier for her to practice domination skills that will feel very new to her. She has to get over the hump of programmed kindness to be a discipline demanding diva. Expect to be degraded in every way she can imagine. I've no doubt you'll love every second of it."

"So, the humiliation training is about me being humiliated."

"That's half of it. The other half is about you watching men, including myself, humiliating her in front of you. She says she can't wait because she knows it's going to turn you both on."

At least the place was well heated. He left and I headed to the dining room where Deny sat, fully clothed, eating his breakfast. "Why do you have your clothes on?"

"Why don't you," He asked.

"Because apparently Karen is pissed that I didn't insist she be in the know about us being here."

"Oh, Wendy didn't care."

I had assumed Deny would be naked too. That he wasn't made me feel that much more naked. "Would you mind going naked too?"

"I can't, because like you I'm a complete submissive now and my master, Wendy, hasn't requested that I be naked."

"Huh," I retorted, wondering if she had told him he had to be dressed, but accepting the situation as it was, like a good submissive, I guess. I headed to the breakfast buffet along the far wall, walking past all the fully dressed staff on the way. I was not immune to their snickers. From what I had thus far seen this week, I would guess that my cock was about half the average size of theirs, in girth if not in length too. I think the embarrassment of being naked while everyone else was dressed probably made my cock shrink even more.

Although Deny and I watched porn all day, we were instructed to not have any orgasms. I was lying on my bed in the afternoon when Gil came in and announced it was time to meet up with Karen. I was nervous, but I thought that she couldn't be that mad since she had been getting fine cock all week. I started to get dressed but Gil said I couldn't. The meeting place was the bar I'd been observing her in all week. I walked in and there sat Karen and Kyle at the bar.

Karen was wearing a black mini dress with black stockings and garter straps in full view. I noted that there were cum smears on her stockings. She was sitting on a barstool next to Kyle, who told her I was approaching. She turned in her swiveling seat to watch me walk up to her. Her panties were on full display as per her very short dress and the fact that her legs were not closed. My gaze was pulled, as if magnetically, to her crotch. Her white panties were soaked, with more wet parts that dry, and were full of off-white stains. I brought my eyes up meet hers.

"Hi Honey, and yes, it's the same panties I had on last night. Can you imagine how whorish it smells down there? Oh look, I guess you can because your little weenie just shot straight up. I don't think I've ever seen it so hard."

"I love you, Honey, and I'm so proud of how womanly you've become. I feel so lucky to be your husband."

"I love you too, and I like that you're already groveling, but it's not honey anymore, at least not when the situation is sexual. It's Master."

"How was the training, Master?" I asked.

"Worth every one of your pennies. It was all about meeting the sexual person I am for the first time, but since you've been watching I guess you know that."

"So you think it was worth the $15,000?"

"I'll be pissed if you don't leave a large tip. Keep the aftercare services in mind."

"What are those?"

"Some of the guys, Kyle included," she paused to look at him as if he were her personal god, "are going to come by the house and fuck me whenever they want, at least until you and I can get a nice stable of studs together for me. I can't exactly go cold turkey after all the cock I've had this week. I'd probably go into convulsions."

What impressed me most was that I had never heard a woman talk about sex as if she was talking about volley ball. It triggered a moment of contemplation and a remembrance of that saying about letting cats out of bags.

"Kyle said you wanted the outcome to include me being a slut who has no control over her sexual needs, and for you to be my little dicked sex slave. Is that true."

"Yes." She slapped me, then a Karen I've never known spoke up.

"Apparently you're either too stupid to learn or you're going to need a lot of disciplining. What comes after 'yes'?" she said, her tone becoming unnaturally stern.

I paused long enough to piss her off. She slapped me again, not too hard, but enough to get my full attention. It shook me out of trying to grasp how different she was. Where was her former saccharine demeanor?

"What comes after 'Yes' Cuck Boy." She was demeaning, controlling, commanding and berating.

"Yes, Master."

"Cuck Boy is probably embarrassed being the only naked person in the place," Kyle said.

When he said that I noticed that the room was filling up with the guys that worked there, and all of them were fully dressed. I was standing in front of Karen naked and using my hands to kind of shield the view of my penis. She noticed.

"Make the announcement," she said to Kyle.

Kyle stood clinked his glass and said, "Attention all you whore hounds. First some bad news. Deny and Wendy went home. One of Wendy's boyfriends called and had a gang bang set up. The guy spoke to Deny and told him to get his whore wife to the party."

Everyone laughed.

"However, we all know Karen can take care of business, and I'd like to introduce her naked husband, Mark."

"Hi Mark," rose in unison from the gathering like I was Norm entering the Cheers bar, or someone saying 'I'm mark and I'm an alcoholic' at a 12-step meeting.

"He's been briefed about his new role as Karen's slave and I'd appreciate it if you all helped Karen get him trained up for that role. You know, give him an opportunity to appreciate humiliation."

Somebody yelled out, "Why is he naked," which, in retrospect, I believe was a choreographed question.

"Because I wanted all you guys to see how small his cock is. Now I want all of you to get naked so he can see what real men's cocks look like."

There was a flurry of motion as they all, I'm guessing twenty plus, started shedding their pants and underwear. Many of them were within my eyesight and I couldn't help but look at their cocks, mostly flaccid at this point but some starting to rise with arousal. When I saw how beautiful they all were I felt so happy for Karen.

"Check this out," Karen said, loudly to get everyone's attention. "Sit on the bar stool," she directed me, and then sank to her knees in front of me. She took my cock, then soft, in her mouth and sucked me hard. Once hard, Kyle handed her a convenient measuring tape. She reeled out some tape and put the lock on it to keep it out. She pushed the tape against my abdomen just above my cock and measured to the tip. She then announced to the men, "It's so close to five inches that we'll call it a full five." Moving the tape and peering down she also announced, "Maybe an inch thick." Sucking me hard and measuring me was the extent of her blow job.

Kyle then handed her a leash and collar, which she installed around my neck. He then said, "Let's move the action to the stage." I looked and saw a table not unlike a massage table, though much more sturdy. It had a pad like a couch cushion on top. The surface was about five feet long and it was about three feet wide at one end and two feet at the other. The wide end had stirrups like you would see in a gynecologist's exam room. It would not have been out of the question to call it a fuck stand. There was enough room to lay a slut down on it with her head at the narrow end making it easy for guys to step up and offer cocks to be sucked. The other end was just right for walking up and inserting cocks in her pussy. There was a crank on one side for raising or lowering to adjust for a guy's height. It was brilliant.

Kyle, Karen and I walked through the throng of men toward the stage. Karen held my leash and pulled me along. Though Karen was used to seeing them, I was still mesmerized by all the cocks dangling loose or semi inflated. None appeared as small as mine. We passed one of the black guys and he caught me staring at his large cock. I looked up at him and he said, "Don't worry, I'll let you suck it." I looked away quickly, as I considered that whatever happened was going to happen on a stage in front of everyone.

We stepped onto the stage and Karen reached back and rubbed my cock to once again harden it. It would have been anyway but for the unusualness of the situation. I felt like my thoughts and emotions were being pulled in many directions. I was asking myself if the Karen I had known still existed. Would she be her normal or customary self in non-sexual situations? Given how turned on I was by her new self, would any situation be truly non-sexual?

"See guys. That's as big as his gets, in case you were wondering why your cocks make me cum so good."

I had no idea that embarrassment could feel so intoxicating. I knew that the guys in that room were not exactly a random sampling of average cocks, but also that they were all getting a good look at how small I was by comparison. I imagined the situation was as exciting for them as it was for me, albeit for different reasons.

"You're getting off on the humiliation aren't you? Look how hard that little pecker is." She giggled then put her hand over her mouth in a faux attempt to hide the giggle while looking me in the eyes.

"Yes, Master."

We were standing next to the fuck-stand, for lack of a better name. It was positioned about four feet from, and running parallel to, the front edge of the stage. Karen looked out over the room of cocks and said, "Jerry, come lift me onto the slutomatic." Slutomatic. I should have guessed. Jerry, a short and muscled guy stepped onto the stage and picked Karen up like she weighed 40 pounds, setting her ass down comfortably on the cushion. She leaned forward and kissed him, then pulled away and said, "That wasn't a free kiss. Later it'll cost you every drop of jizz you're balls can churn up."

"You bet, Slut," he said as he hopped off the stage.

"Get on your fucking knees in front of my pussy slave," Karen commanded.

I did and looked up at her, which felt oddly appropriate. She was sitting with her legs open, her feet in the stirrups and her dress scooted up near the top of her panties. I had a close-up view of her sperm splattered stockings and I could see sperm from very recent fuckings oozing through her panties. My face was less than two feet away from her pussy. The delicious scent of her well used pussy was wafting to my nostrils.

"It might smell a little pissy down there, along with the other scents. I stopped wiping after peeing yesterday. I knew I would soon have a slave for clean-up. You don't mind do you? I mean, I'm now the goddess you worship, so don't think of it as pee, think of it as goddess pee."

I wondered if it was just her pee, thinking back to the conversation about golden showers I had had with Gil. It was kink and humiliation night, so anything was possible, given that Karen obviously wasn't going to say no to anything, and I, apparently, no longer had permission to decline anything.

"You like my dirty cunt don't you slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"These guys haven't licked me all week. They say my pussy is just a place where everyone gets to dump their cum. They say it's too dirty down there to be licked. We don't lick dirty whores, is their policy. So tell me, did you worry I might run off with one of these studs."

That had been a recurring thought all week. "Yes, Master."

"Why would any of these guys want to run off with me when they can come fuck me anytime?"

"Because you're beautiful and sexy."

"That's why they'll be coming over to fuck my face and pussy. These are nice guys. They took me, an ordinary wife, a little kinky, but mostly feeling like sex was overrated, and turned me into a woman who will always need lots of lovers and one good slave."

I liked the "one good slave" part. "So sex with me was overrated," I asked.

"You've been watching me all week. Seen me getting fucked with huge cocks and having screaming orgasms shortly after they enter me. And still you have to ask if sex was overrated with you? It's just very different with you, but not anymore."

Oh shit, was she going to be one those doms who uses cock cages and denies her slave release.

"Think about it," she said, "If you've loved everything up to this point, you're a man who will love being completely dominated."

I knew she was right.

"What's cool," she said, "is that after exploring different sexual lifestyles, I found one where the wife is a slut who dominates her husband while letting other men dominate her. That's me."

This is exactly what I had wanted. Or at least thought I wanted. Now I was sure. When does anything in life work out like this. But what else would the night bring?

"Lean forward," she told me. "Get your nose against my panties and inhale deeply."

I did. "Sex" is a word that sums up how her panties smelled. My wife's pussy smelled like a prostitute that had been on duty for two days.

"You're going to be eating so much dirty pussy from now on. You do want to taste all that sperm in there, right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then beg, Slave."

"Please can I lick you're pussy."

"That's not near good enough."

I thought for a moment, wondering if I was going to get slapped for taking too long. "May I please use my tongue to clean the piss, jizz and pussy juice off of your community fuck hole to prepare you for more fucking, Master."

"Holy shit, Slave. 'Community fuck hole.' I'll try to live up to that. Pull my panties off and hand them to me."

I eased them down her legs and over her feet. They were drenched. They'd been her jizz catcher for two days. I handed them to her.

"Open wide," she said.

I opened my mouth and she stuffed the dripping crotch area in and told me to suck. I followed instructions and was rewarded with a glimpse of what the future would taste like. I closed my eyes and savored the flavor, involuntary moans of pleasure hummed up from my throat and out my mouth. When I opened my eyes I was staring at Karen's pussy.

She saw this and said, "How are things looking down there."

Her pussy was hanging open. You could see near two inches into her. "It looks big."

"I won't be able to feel you now and I'm not going to pretend, is that going to be a problem."

"No, Master, it's just so different from how it looked before you came here. We'll just have to make sure you're getting cocks you can feel."

"You're going to be a perfect slave, I can feel it. Now get on the floor so I can sit down and drain my pussy into your mouth."

I did and she jumped off the stand. She squatted on my face and what little juices hadn't already leaked out dripped into my needy mouth. I licked her for a couple minutes, trying to push my tongue deep into her in search of more juice. I needed more and knew I would get it.

Karen, satisfied that I had properly cleaned her, sat down in front of me and I sat up and we leaned together and hugged. She pulled away and said, "Just roll with it. You'll find out you love things you've never even thought of."

"Yes, Master. I'm eager to show your fuck-mates here how I'll do anything you say."

"That's really good, and we'll be testing that theory."

"I need one of you guys to come up and dump a load in my mouth. I want my husband to see how erotic it is to watch up close as a man cums in his wife's mouth. Then he'll get to French kiss me."

I thought the stage would get stormed, but nobody volunteered.

"What's up guys," Karen said.

A guy somewhere near the middle of the room stood up and said, "I thought we were going to get to humiliate the cuckold. That's what I like."

Karen said, "Okay, I thought cumming in my mouth would accomplish that, but what did you have in mind."

"While I'm fucking your mouth, my buddy here will fuck your husband's mouth; that's humiliation. You and your husband are both dirty sluts, so why shouldn't you both get fucked in the mouth?"

Karen and I looked at each other and saw a mutual need for depravity. The guy speaking out was right.

Karen, must have seen a hint of hesitation on my face. She laughed and said, "Don't give me that I've never sucked a cock look. I heard all about last night and this morning with Gil. Gil showed me the picture he took." She turned to the guy and said, "That will be fine."