As Mikey pulled his car onto our empty driveway, I asked how it was that my taxi had disappeared.
Mikey nonchalantly turned in his seat to fix me with his best 'hard luck' stare. "Ah, yes. About that: We've rented your cab out to another driver on a long term lease. The money is going into your bank account. There was no point in it sitting on the drive. You won't be driving it from now on." Mikey said. "Although of course, you won't have direct access to your bank account again. You'll still benefit. The lease payments will subsidise your new requirements. And you'll find that invaluable, since not only do you have a whole wardrobe of girlie clothes and accessories to pay for, but you unfortunately seem to have lost all of your money and assets in some dodgy investment company shares. I can't think how that happened whilst you were in training at Tara's?" He smirked.
Sammy continued for him, "It seems that your assets are all forfeit to ... well... as it turns out, a little company that Mikey and I now own. Isn't that lucky Cuckella? At least we can still put a roof over your head, eh? " She smiled and winked at Mikey, who nodded in agreement.
Mikey grinned as he concluded "... Just as long as you are a good girl Cuckella." They both chuckled at the complete power and control they now held over my life.
"Now come along Cukella! Start as you mean to go on. Get your things into the house and then fix us both a drink. As a non-paying guest in our house, you'll need to start earning your keep. A small Sherry would be nice." He opened the front door with my - now his - key and ushered Sammy inside. I thanked my lucky stars that our driveway is well shielded from view of the neighbours by high hedges and trees as I teetered around in my heels, wig and full Cuckella outfit, unloading the contents of his car boot and transferring my new belongings into what was apparently now 'their' house.
I found a pair of appropriate glasses, filled each with sherry and set off in search of them. The main bedroom door was closed. My wife was giggling from the other side. I knocked on the door and waited to be invited in. After a short wait, Mikey opened the door "Very good Cuckella, you remembered your manners. There's hope for you yet!" He patronisingly smiled. I entered the room and placed their drinks on the dressing table. "
"Now, show us your curtsy Cuckella!" my wife was filming my every move. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. I stepped back and performed my best and deepest curtsy as taught by Tara. "Excellent." Cried Sammy. "They have been teaching you well. Now, you really must keep up practicing to make sure you don't forget." Mikey stood by her side grinning.
"Don't worry my darling, our l'il princess is booked in for weekly half day maintenance and development sessions with Tara's team every Wednesday from now on, they won't let standards slip." He assured my wife, as he fondled her cute arse and stroked his free hand casually across her pert breasts. The message was clear 'Your wife is mine now too, in case you were in any lingering doubt.'
"Come round this side of the bed Cuckella". It wasn't an order, nor a request. Rather it was a simple requirement which broached no dissent. I meekly jiggled around to stand in front of them. "Now then, I want to see if you remember your cock sucking lesson that Sammy gave you. On your knees please and demonstrate." Sammy turned to kiss him as she teased down his zip and freed his cock, presenting it in readiness. I knelt down with all of the elegance I could muster. Remembering as best I could just how Sammy had demonstrated her technique. My ministrations certainly seemed to have the desired effect. He grabbed my head, forcing his ever-growing cock deep into my throat, making me gag and my eyes water. "Excellent Cuckella, that will do for now. Go to your room and fix your face, you look like a cheap whore with that lippy and mascara all over the place." I got up, somewhat less elegantly and did as I was told.
In my room, I cleaned up, re-applied my bright red lipstick and touched up the rest of my makeup as I had been trained to do. I laid on my mattress and listened to them enjoying themselves - and each other - on our marital bed, in the next room. Mikey called out to assure me that they were enjoying christening 'their' bed.
After a while, they entered my room. Sammy went to her toy box and took out a selection of her flails and toys. Mikey helped her attach her strap-on. Once fully fitted, Sammy approached the bed and began taunting me as she thrashed me with two of her flails, gently at first, building to a torrent of blows raining down on me as she found her rhythm and flow. "It's donging time Cuckella" she declared. "Now then, I'm expecting you to take it like a good bitch. Don't embarrass me!" She beamed, waving her strapped-on appendage menacingly by swaying her hips and slapping it from side to side with her hands.
Mikey handed me a tube of lubricant. As he set up his phone on a small tripod to continue filming events, he said "You'd better use plenty of lube on that dong Cuckella. You're gonna need it I think!" he laughed. "But first, I want to see you give it your very best deep-throat blow job. So, you'll need to control that over-developed gagging reflex of yours. Practice makes perfect!" Sammy presented her strapped-on dildo, awaiting my compliance. I knelt up on all fours on the bed and opened my lips and accepted the impressively realistic penis into my mouth. I gave it my full attention while they laughed and mocked at "Cuckella's natural cock sucking expertise." When they were satisfied with my gagging on her appendage, I followed their instructions to smother the appendage with lubricant gel.
