Cucle's Lot

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.

Once they were happy, Sammy stepped away from the bed. Mikey pushed my face down onto the bed and pinned me in position, holding my shoulders firmly.

"Now then, Cuckella, move further back. Nearer the wall. Give Sammy something to push against. That way the gorgeous lady will get more purchase to fully satisfy your eager little self" he shoved me backwards as he said it.

My wife circled the bed, positioned herself behind me, kneeling on the bed. With the soles of her heeled feet braced back against the wall, she pushed my legs apart to give her free access to my man-pussy. Sammy positioned the head of her dildo against the opening. Pressing gently forward, building in force until my body surrendered any resistance and allowed her appendage to enter, sliding ever deeper, deeper into me, the way she had often done before now. But never before in front of anyone else. This was about my humiliation and degradation just as much as it was about her enjoyment.

After several deep, slow strokes, she congratulated me on taking the full length "like a good little bitch!" Fully satisfied that everything was working as expected, she picked up her pace, making full use of the added purchase that Mikey had so kindly provided. She braced her hands on his shoulders and began fucking me violently whilst squirming against the vibrating pad of the strap-on, squealing and screaming in lust as she brought herself to multiple waves of orgasm. As she did so, Mikey pushed my head down and thrust his now rock-hard cock into my mouth, searing into my throat. The two of them were fucking me whilst kissing each other. Mikey played with my wife's jiggling tits as she continued to gyrate. His cock thrust in and out of my mouth, his full balls slamming against my chin with each stroke. Eventually, Sammy collapsed onto the bed at my side "God, I need a rest! You wore me out Cuckella!" she chided.

Mikey quickly, but quietly, moved around behind me and replaced her dildo with his now condomed shaft. Sammy perked up immediately, grabbing her mobile phone and one of her flails, as she positioned herself for a clear view of proceedings , "Let's see how our bitch handles the real thing." As he said it, Mikey slid his pulsating meaty shaft deep into my already stretched hole easily and roughly. My wife began whipping me and excitedly encouraged her lover to fuck me ever harder and faster. Sammy was clearly enjoying the entire scene immensely.

MIkey repeatedly pumped his now iron cock into me until he exploded his full load deep inside, finally withdrawing and moving around to present me the now heavily filled condom to carefully remove from his spent cock. He told me to decant the contents into his now empty sherry glass, which he placed on the bedside table. He took my wife into his arms and kissed her deeply as I complied with his order. "Our little bitch will need to get used to that - especially now that I know the effect watching it has on my lady. He smiled his self-satisfied smile as he toyed with his lover's breasts. She kissed him again in clear agreement.

"Now then Cuckella! As it's the last weekend of the month, you're entitled to a 10-minute relief break. Which you will have read in your contract, I'm sure?" I hadn't read the contract terms in any great detail. Yet. I made a mental note to do so as soon as possible.

Mikey barked, "Come over here." He was standing next to the two steel ring-eyes I had been instructed to bolt to the wall the previous week. I walked toward him, as he produced two pairs of strong handcuffs. He attached one pair to each of my wrists, then secured the other ends to each of the ring-eyes, holding my arms a shoulder width apart behind my back, while I faced Sammy who was now laying on the bed, watching intently.

Mikey produced a bulky looking collar. "This" he declared "is a standard dog-training electric shock collar Cuckella. It basically works much like the cage, if you misbehave, then you will receive a similar shock, but to your neck. Ouch!" he winced, in mock empathy. "So, I suggest you behave yourself. I wouldn't use this to train a dog of course - far too cruel. But you have sufficient power of understanding to be able to avoid getting yourself zapped, so if you force me to use it, that will be on you and you alone. It's entirely up to you Cuckella! Do as you are told. Or choose to be zapped." He grinned.

To complete the ensemble, Mikey produced a small padlock with which to secure the collar in place. Once he was happy that the collar was firmly attached, he stepped forward and fiddled with the chastity cage security lock, entering his known combination of numbers. "Right Sammy, your turn." He smiled at her. My wife approached and kissed me before entering the remaining three digits into the security lock to release it, removing the lock and the front section of the cage. My cock sprang instantly to attention, having been finally freed of its incarceration.

Mikey stepped forward and placed the glass containing his semen into my right hand, leaving my wrist firmly handcuffed to its ring-eye." Now then Cuckella, I'm going to free your left hand." He looked at me seriously "You will have 10 minutes to bring yourself off. Make sure every drop goes into the glass. Or else..." He held up the remote control for the collar to emphasise the consequences of failure to comply.

He set 10 minutes on his phone stopwatch app and placed it on the windowsill as he joined Sammy on the bed. Much to their amusement, it didn't take 10 minutes. More like 10 strokes in fact, to blow a very full and very large load. I was careful to catch every drop in that glass, which was now just about filled to the hallway point with a mixture of Mikey's and my own semen.

Loosing off that load felt so very good. Relieving a full two weeks of pent-up frustration. Once I'd finished, Sammy approached, kissed me and took the glass from me, setting it back on the windowsill. Mikey stepped forward and re-cuffed my left wrist to its anchorage.

"Now then Cuckella," He swilled the semen cocktail around the glass to mix the contents together. "You get to drink your Cucktail." He beamed. Offering the glass to my lips. I pulled my head away. Having just blown my load, there was no way I was going to willingly do that! Everything that might have seemed so very horny a few moments ago now didn't seem anywhere near as appealing post-orgasm.

"Oh dear Cuckella." Sammy tutted at me as she handed the remote control to Mikey. "I don't think you quite understand the rules yet." She pouted. "One way or another, you are going to drink every last drop - and lick the glass clean too." She smiled sweetly. To underscore her point, Mikey delivered a low-level shock through my collar. I reeled back against the wall as pain seared across my neck. He proffered the glass to my lips again. I drank the contents. Every drop. As Mikey 'helpfully' tilted the glass to ensure all of its contents were poured onto my tongue.

Mikey noticed that there was remaining residue of semen on the end of my now flaccid cock, he magnanimously wiped it onto his finger and proffered it for me to lick clean. "Waste not, want not eh Cuckella!" he smiled.

Whilst I did so, Sammy commented in a matter-of-fact tone "... You'd best get used to it Cuckles. 'Cucktails' are going to become a regular feature for you from now on." as she knelt and re-attached the cage to my empty balls and limp cock, securing the padlock firmly in place before whizzing the combination wheels randomly around to complete my re-incarceration. "And that, darling, is your lot for another month. As long as you behave yourself that is."

She stood up and looked straight in my eyes. "There now honey." She said, "I'm willing to bet that this cuckoldry lark probably doesn't seem so attractive immediately after an orgasm like that eh?" she laughed. "Well, I'm loving it, so you need to get used to it petal." She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "You wanted this. Now you have it. I did warn you." She smiled and played teasingly with her nipples as she stood in front of me, but just out of reach.

Mikey approached and unlocked the handcuffs from my wrists. "Now, you have a rest Cuckella, then get undressed and cleaned up." Sammy and I are going out to dine this evening. You might be needed later. Maybe not. I'll let you know. Otherwise, just be quiet and keep out of our way. You can take the time to read your contract. He nodded in the direction of my bedside chest of drawers. You obviously need to bone-up on the release conditions. The two of them left me there and went back to their room.

I pulled the contract from the topmost drawer. The section on Release Conditions included a discretionary provision for a 10-minute self-relief release clause. Under this, as long as I met the (very detailed) qualifying performance and behaviour requirements throughout the month, I was to be allowed up to 10 minutes opportunity to relieve myself '... manually (masturbate) once during the final weekend of each calendar month'.

This was based upon a demerit system, whereby if I failed to entirely, please either or both of them in any way, a demerit sanction would be noted on a chart to be displayed on the fridge door. Each demerit would shorten the 10 minutes relief period entitlement by one minute. After 10 demerits, I would forgo any relief break for that month. Further demerits would be carried forward against the following month's quota. Demerits were additional to any more serious cage-shock sanctions. Wherever a cage-shock was required to be administered, two demerits would automatically be added for each occasion.

Other sanctions were available to my 'Mistress' and 'Master' at their mutual and individual discretion. Those other sanctions were to be considered separate from and additional to the demerit scorecard. I was more tied down at every turn it seemed.

Sammy burst back into my room a while later. "Good news Cuckles." She smiled. "You are going to drive us to the restaurant tonight. You even get to join us at our table." Mikey appeared at my wife's side.

"Yes Cuckles. As a special reward for good behaviour, we've decided that you can come out with us this evening. I'm taking Sammy to a club for dining and dancing in Chelsea. You will drive us and join us for dinner. Obviously, you won't be drinking as you are driving us. But we'll allow you to eat with us." He grinned benevolently. "Now then, get yourself dressed. Girly underwear of course. That's the only underwear you will be using from now on. So, panties, stockings, corset, suspenders are the order of the day. Other than that, your best man clothes will do." He smiled. "I use the term in its loosest sense, obviously." Sammy laughed as Mikey derisively patted my cage.