Caught By My Wife In Her Lingerie Ch 05

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, having received certain comments on previous parts, may i just point something out here, before this, my final part of this series. This, like all my works here, is a STORY, not a history, it is a work of pure and total FICTION. I completely accept that some of the content is extremely unlikely to have taken place in real life, if not blatantly impossible, and is the product of imagination and fantasy, rather than recollection. Please bear this in mind when reading, and before making any comment, be that either in a positive or negative manner. As i say, none of my stories have ever occurred in real life, more's the pity!

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BROKEN BY BELINDA

Nothing appeared to be different at all, on the day when the process of my world becoming totally destroyed commenced. I'd awoken, to find myself chained in a spread-eagled form to the solid bed posts by my wife, Jayne, something that occurred on a very regular basis. Just wearing stockings and suspenders, as normal, just like Jayne herself, once I'd actually come to, finding myself captured, Jayne placed a very effective blindfold over my eyes, removing my power of sight completely. Now she proceeded to shag me, good and hard, in the form of totally raw sex, for quite some time, before she released my limbs from the leather cuffs that had so securely and inescapably held them, and we descended the stairs down to the kitchen and breakfast. As I said earlier, a regular and normal state of affairs, in my life with the utterly gorgeous and sexy Jayne. Believe, me, I wasn't complaining at all, Jayne knew fully well that I enjoyed this method of starting our days as much as she did.

Now, neither Jayne nor myself had to report to work at all. Jayne was a very rich widow, well before she married me of course, her late former husband had been very rich, and extremely well insured against the event of his death. Which hadn't been down to natural causes, resulting in another very large payout due to his preventable death, by the guilty party's insurers. Meaning Jayne would never have to worry about money matters again for the rest of her life.

As for me, I'd been made redundant from my own job, although this occurred before Jayne and I married, in fact, at that time I was within wedlock to her sister, Sandra. Which simply accelerated the process of my feminisation, that Sandra had been subjecting me to, not that I objected in any way. It had started when Sandra had caught me dressed in her lingerie, a moment that she'd fully engineered although at the time I believed it to have been pure bad luck on my part. But she didn't threaten me with divorce as I'd thought that she would, just using it as an excuse to convert my dressing into female clothing, as I say, completely after I lost my job and didn't need to report for work, in male clothing anymore. Thus, Sandra changed 'Andrew' into 'Andrea,' and in fact by the time I married Jayne, I had actually changed my name legally into its female form by deed poll.

So, if I was married to Sandra, how did I become Jayne's husband? Well, having fulfilled her desire to make me a virtual female, now Sandra realised that what she really wanted was to have a real woman as her life partner. Enter her boss, Belinda, whom she fell in love with, said love being very much in the form of a two-way street. And that is when I moved out of the marital home and started living with Jayne, although it was some time before we became lovers, at first our cohabitating just existing on a lodger and landlady basis. But Jayne was simply playing the 'long game,' she'd set out to ensnare me from the very moment Sandra had explained that she now wanted Belinda in her life and not me. As you can tell, from myself describing Jayne as my, now, wife, her patience fully paid off, as for me I am far happier with Jayne than I ever was with Sandra, not that my former marriage hadn't been a good and happy one. My life with Sandra had been fulfilling, but Jayne is simply better, if you know what I mean.

Recently two weddings had taken place, Sandra tied the knot with Belinda, shortly afterwards Jayne and I became legally wed. And it was during the respective 'wedding nights' that the action really occurred. For during their first night as a lawfully wedded couple, Sandra and Belinda found themselves bound to each other and the bed they lay upon, by Jayne and I. And believe me, we didn't release them until they'd shagged each other into a state of complete and utter exhaustion.

Naturally when Jayne and I married, they returned the favour, and we found ourselves both chained to one another and the bed. We hadn't shown them any mercy at all, so obviously we received none ourselves, in payback. Jayne and I rose to the occasion, it was the first time we'd ever been both bound within ourselves, and by God did we enjoy some exciting sex that night?

So, this was the situation then, as that fateful day dawned, with neither Jayne nor I having any forward knowledge of the utter devastation that would follow as we breakfasted. As totally agreed by us both, we then parted ways for the day. Jayne was going to visit a friend, whilst I was going shopping.

And I made the mistake of parking 'around the corner' as it were in the mall's car park, to a large extent out of general sight. To the delight of the person, Belinda, who was just about to become my abductor. For, as I opened the boot of the car, to remove my shopping bags, I felt a leather clad female hand close in over my mouth, as said kidnapper plugged the needle of a syringe into one of the blood vessels of my neck, and injected the substance contained within into my blood stream.

Whatever she had squirted into me didn't take long to achieve the desired effect, well for her anyway, as I soon slumped into a state of total unconsciousness within her grip. Gently she guided my limp body into the back passenger compartment of the car, MY car, before removing my keys from my body, and sliding into the driver's seat herself. To take me to just wherever she wanted to take me.

Now it was quite powerful stuff that she'd employed, giving her plenty of time to enact her plans for me. Which included driving me, in my own car of course, to her desired destination, park the car within her home's integral garage, therefore out of sight to the rest of the world, and lift and drag my body to her bedroom. There I was stripped down to just my stockings, before being placed onto the bed, where I was handcuffed in a spread-eagled manner to the solid and secure bed posts of her bed.

Although my mystery captor had removed my own panties, I still wore some. Those around my 'tools' were of the 'tie at the sides' variety, meaning that they could be removed at some later stage, if my tormentor so desired. And she'd also given me another set of her, pure satin panties, covered in her own sexual juices, a situation she'd achieved by laying down on top of my body and playing with herself on top of my cock, which was rigidly 'standing to attention' despite my unconscious condition. And just where had she placed those? Right within my mouth, tied in place to stop my ejection of them when I did come to.

Which occurred not long after my abductor had completed all of these preparations, to her utter delight, I guessed. Suddenly my eyes popped open, but as soon as I'd awakened, I knew that things weren't correct. I tried to call out, finding that my mouth was stuffed full of satin, material that was laced fully with the scent of female arousal, that I knew within seconds wasn't that of my wife.

Just as I couldn't speak at all, it only took moments for me to discover that I also couldn't move at all, actually I could but only by a very small degree. For I found both of my ankles, and my wrists surrounded by solid steel rings, although I couldn't feel the metal directly as the cuffs were fir lined. That may be, but said cuffs were fully secure and solid, meaning that I soon worked out that I had been chained, utterly inescapably to a bed, and would remain upon it until my captor, or captors possibly, revealed their hand. But just who was he, she or them? And what did they want with me? You, the reader, might know just who she was, but then, at this particular point of time, I didn't!

And when I said that my eyes opened, it's not as if that was any help to me, because the only thing that they took in was the total darkness of the inside of a very effective black satin blindfold. So, I still couldn't see my abductor, as Belinda closed in on her bed and its helpless captive. Therefore, as her hands began to rub my sheer nylon coated legs, an action which despite my precarious situation felt utterly delicious, her identity was still completely unknown to me.

A voice remedied said lack of knowledge, however. "Welcome to my bed, Andrea, to whom you now belong." Belinda, my mind recognised. Boy, did I have some questions here for her, but my gagged mouth rendered any asking of them completely impossible.

We are talking about an intelligent woman, so it was almost as if she worked out for herself just what they would be, and she proceeded to answer as if she'd been asked. "Now, Darling, no doubt you're asking yourself just why I've taken, the not inconsiderable, trouble to capture you and bring you back here, and then fasten you to my bed? Um?"

Well, precisely! Belinda didn't keep me waiting long for an answer. "You see, I've fancied shagging you ever since I felt your balls and cock with my hands on the day that you married Sandra's sister. Oh yes, ever since then I've wanted it inside my pussy. But I knew that you'd never let me, you seem to believe that the only person who can touch you sexually is said sister. However, as I'm a woman who, very much, gets just what she wants in this life, so, as you can imagine, I wasn't going to let a little thing like needing your permission to interfere with my desires. So, here you are, ready for me to shag within an inch of your life. God, I fully intend to thoroughly enjoy myself here, I mean, Sandra did inform me that you're a good shag, and make no mistake I'm going to find that out for myself!"

Well, how could I stop her? Of course I couldn't, she'd got me just where she wanted me, and didn't she simply take full advantage of that fact? Basically, I was nothing but her complete carnal captive during the time she kept me chained to her bed, as she ravished and raped me, having almost ripped off those female panties that she'd placed me within. And, if in achieving her first climax of the period she also allowed me to 'enjoy' the moment too, as she did succeed in bringing us both to that delicious point of ecstasy, the twenty or so minutes it took for me to become hard again, proved to be so distasteful for her. Therefore, as my cock rose to the occasion once more, she grabbed a stocking, and tied it tightly around my balls and base of said cock, meaning absolutely NO pleasure for me whilst she could, and did, indulge herself at my expense, as the loud and extensive cries of ecstasy that filled the room several times informed me.

At last, she began to run out of strength, and for her final shag of me, she did, at least, release my 'tools' so that I could actually enjoy, if that's the right word, it too. For I obtained no pleasure from what, to me, was a purely physical act, one where I, totally against my will of course, was betraying not only my precious Jayne, but Sandra too.

At least Belinda seemed satisfied as she lifted up the blindfold, meaning I could now see the woman who had forced me into such an act of betrayal. And the almost evil smile upon her face. "Thank you, Andrea, Darling, Sandra was indeed correct, you ARE a good shag, and I've certainly loved this time together. Now, I believe that we'd be best keeping this to ourselves, it's probably for the best if Sandra, or her sister don't get to hear of just what we've partaken in here, don't you agree?" Really? So, I'm just supposed to imagine that you haven't raped me then, or tell my Jayne just what you have done? Are you completely deluded, I asked myself?

However, for the present I was still completely helpless in her grip, feeling that this was not the moment to debate the point. Anyway, my mouth was still stuffed full of her satin panties, so I couldn't respond with speech at all, just trying to convey my false acquiescence by nodding. Which worked. Belinda fetched the key to all of her bondage cuffs, and released me, allowing me to climb off the bed, and dress myself. Handing me the keys to my car, I followed her to the garage, and when she'd opened the door, I was finally able to leave.

If I wasn't completed shattered physically, it had Belinda doing most of the work during her rape of me, I was mentally. Jayne was already home when I managed to arrive there, and she knew immediately something was very wrong once she took sight of the totally distraught condition that Belinda's rape of my body had reduced me to.

Being the loving and caring person that she is, Jayne simply held me tightly as I let all of anguish out, holding me and allowing me to unburden myself with my tears before I felt able to speak at all. And then, despite my tormentor's warning and suggestion that I maintain silence, I blurted out, "Belinda's just assaulted and raped me," before fully explaining the events of earlier in that day.

In all the time I'd known her, I had never seen Jayne so incandescent with pure rage, although naturally, it wasn't directed at me. I'd never lied to her, and she knew I wasn't doing so now, as I described that what had happened to me had occurred without any desire or agreement on my part. No, what she wanted to do right now was to smash Belinda's face in, she was almost on the point of driving right there now and performing such an act. But what stopped here was the fact that Belinda was her sister's wife. Jayne fully accepted that Sandra had also been betrayed here, and would need to be told, discreetly. So, for now, she did nothing as her anger seethed throughout her form.

But that evening Sandra visited, invited by Jayne. As you can all imagine, she was hoping that what I told her was a complete fabrication, but she knew I'd never lied to her too before, and she could see from my still distraught state, that every word I uttered was true and accurate.

Sandra had the decency to thank us for informing her as to the situation, and for now the sisters decided to take no action, to give them time to work out just what to do. Then Sandra left, to go home, and she must have kept her newly acquired knowledge to herself, for nothing untoward occurred that day.

It was to be several days before the sisters decided to act. And they chose to do so without me present. But whatever they had agreed to initiate appeared to have gone disastrously wrong, because the first indication I had of anything occurring was when I received a video call from no less than Belinda herself. With a real triumphant smirk upon her face, as she clearly showed me Jayne and Sandra, both stripped down to just lingerie and lying on top of Belinda's black satin covered bed, hogtied with several sets of solid steel handcuffs, gagged and blindfolded. Firmly held within Belinda's hands and power.

"Get yourself around here, right now!" As she held a large, sharp knife close to my wife's exposed throat, giving me a crystal-clear indication as to just what was about to occur, if I either dis-obeyed or informed anybody, such as the Police for example. I knew that I had no choice, I'd have to agree with her terms. My Jayne, not to mention her sister, Sandra, was in real danger here! I surrendered there and then, as Belinda did promise me that if I obeyed then neither sister would come to any harm, I grabbed my car keys, and set off to the house where the three of them awaited my arrival, if two of them in a different manner of anticipation to the third.

When I arrived, the garage door was invitingly open, so I drove in and parked up. Hearing the door remotely closing behind me, as I climbed out of the car. Then Belinda's voice echoed out of some sort of speaker. "Exit the garage into the main house. Once you enter, you'll see a table in the hallway, on it is a blindfold and a pair of steel handcuffs. Strip down to just your stockings and suspender belt, then fit the cuffs to your wrists, properly mind, I'll be watching all of the time, in front of your body. Which means that you'll be able to cover your eyes with the blindfold, so do precisely that. Then drop your arms and stand still like that until I join you. Remember, I'll be able to observe everything you do, any funny stuff, then both Jayne and Sandra cop it! Got all that?"

Obviously not knowing just what situation the sisters were facing right now, and not wanting any harm to come their way, I obeyed completely. Which meant I was already Belinda's effective captive when, as promised, she did join me. Rendering my state of imprisonment to her even more secure, as her first act was to use a small padlock, to attach the chain linking my cuffs to the suspender belt around my waist, meaning my arms were locked to my body. Like I say, binding me even more effectively to her will.

My captor now guided me up the stairs and into the bedroom where her large, luxurious four poster bed was located, the one that I'd been chained to beforehand. I could hear, but not see of course, two female voices, attempting to create noise from either side of the bed, as Jayne had been chained to the bedframe, spread eagled out on one side of the bed, facing in towards it; whilst Sandra had been placed in an identical manner on the opposite side. Both gagged, hence the muffled sounds, but with their respective eyes completely uncovered, so they could see exactly what was going on.

So, they watched with horror no doubt, as Belinda guided me to be standing at the foot of her bed, facing away from it, and then pushed my form onto it. Then ordering me to shuffle backwards, which wasn't easy as remember my wrists were chained together and to my suspender belt, until my head came to rest upon the single, black satin covered as was the bed itself, pillow. Next, I felt Belinda spread my legs apart, and two occurrences of a 'clicking' sound sequence announced that she'd cuffed my ankles to the lower bed posts, meaning I was, if not in a complete form just yet, chained securely to her bed. Effectively now her captive.

Although it was obvious that Belinda was within the firm grip of some sort of deranged state of mind, her normal level of very high intelligence then manifested itself with what she did next. For her arrangement where she'd forced me to cuff my arms together, with her linking them to my belt showed itself to be a masterstroke or should that be a 'mistress-stroke!'

For it meant, as she released one of my arms, that the other was still firmly held. Meaning she could concentrate fully on moving that one, temporarily 'free' arm, towards the corner of the bed, where another set of cuffs waited, one of said cuffs wrapped around the bed post, with no distractions. That wrist soon become encircled by a solid and inescapable ring of steel, although it was the fur lining that my skin actually felt. From there, it was child's play for Belinda to undo the padlock holding the cuffs still attached to my other wrist and move that arm over to the opposite bed post, clamping the open cuff around that and closing it shut. My spread-eagled capture to her bed complete then. A bed that now held three utterly helpless and fully taken bodies. Jayne, Sandra and I were fully at Belinda's mercy now, whatever she had planned for us could not be resisted in any way, shape or form.

Now was the point of time that Belinda proceeded to lift, note that she didn't completely remove it, my blindfold. Meaning I could now see both my present and my former wives.