Gardening Wild

To recap, Lisa forced Ben to beg to swallow every drop of the cum Owen and Fred deposited in his mouth. Ben has accepted that he is now their sex slave. Lisa is tied up for all to see and enjoy, much to her enjoyment. Just as they were all finishing the doorbell rings.

We all looked surprised when we heard the doorbell ring. Owen was the first to react. "Slave, see who is at the door. I'm not really available right now."

"Sure, just let me get my clothes."

"No. I don't like keeping people waiting at my door."

I was not going to answer his door naked. I might do lots of things but I was going to draw the line at this. "No, I only take orders from my Mistress"

We all looked at Lisa. "Do as he says, slave. In fact, you are always to do as they say. Otherwise, I will simply repeat what they want you to do. So do as you're told."

"I thought you were supposed to take care of me! To make sure I had clothes!"

"I will. But when we deem it appropriate. So do as you're told!"

I wanted to avoid this at all costs. "And what happens if they command one thing and you another?"

"That's obvious. You follow what the real men here say. I'm their whore remember. What's mine is there's and what's theirs is for them to fuck the shit out of. Is that clear enough?"

I was trapped with no choice but to go to the door. I slunk there and carefully opened the door. I dreaded to see Mr Wagner, the neighbourhood letch. "Surprising to see you here, Mr. Robinson. Is Owen in?"

I felt like a rabbit caught in a car's head lamps. I was barely able to say they were in the living room.

"Thank you, Mr. Robinson." And off he shot to my relief.

I followed behind and stayed the hallway. Lisa's voice shook the house. "Not you!!"

This was followed very quickly by Mr. Wagner joyfully exclaiming "How wonderful to see you Mrs Robinson."

"Ben get in here and get me out of here." I had never heard Lisa so upset. How absolutely wonderful I thought. After everything she put me through I was beaming with pleasure. That inspired me to go in. Mr. Wagner looked surprised.

"I thought I saw a naked man come in but didn't realise it was you."

"Forget that, Ben. Cover me up and get me free." Lisa was no happier, thankfully!

"Certainly, miss. As long as the real men here say it's okay. Fred or Owen, what do you say?" I looked at them with a smile. By this time, they were fully clothed so Lisa and I were the only ones undressed.

"Surely," said Mr. Wagner, "that should be for her husband, Mr. Robinson, to determine."

"Sir, Lisa, more properly my mistress, has given me over to Owen and Fred as their sex slave. Please don't call me by that name or title. What happens to my mistress is entirely in their hands." I looked at Fred and Owen for instruction.

"Very good, slave. Leave her just as she is." I never felt so happy with their reply.

Lisa let out a loud NO. "So you're saying that we can do anything we like to her? We have his permission to do that?" Mr. Wagner smiled greedily.

"You certainly do," replied Owen.

"Mostly," said Fred. "He had a wobble earlier but I think we got that straightened out."

"Are you sure about that? I wouldn't want to do anything that he may later regret or not approve of?" Mr. Wagner looked at me. "Otherwise, I think I should leave."

"That sounds great. Please leave now and save us all a problem!"

Lisa's outburst stirred me into action. I wanted to make sure he didn't leave as long as Lisa wanted him to. I was enjoying her discomfort far too much for my own good. "Sir, so if I convince you I'm merely a sex slave to my wife, Owen and Fred, then you'd stay?"

Mr. Wagner smiled. "Yes, I would."

"No, you're not to do this," screamed Lisa.

"Mr. Owen and Mr. Fred, sirs, are you happy to help me convince Mr Wagner that I'm your sex slave so Lisa should be considered not as my wife but as one of my masters?"

"We have no objection at all," they almost said together.

"Mr. Owen, you have something you used as surety that I would keep my obligations. I am happy for you to use that in any situation where I do not follow your instructions as your sex slave."

The others looked intrigued. I wanted Lisa in maximum discomfort and least risk to myself. I hoped that Owen would agree. "That's a great idea but not strictly applicable to this situation. That applied to a situation limited by a contract. Now you're our sex slave with no limits. That would need to be explained to ensure the surety was fit for purpose. That's why I didn't use it when you had your wobble earlier. You know I always abide by my contracts."

His smile told me he was playing with me for the benefit of the others. Well, I was pretty well trapped anyway so would not be committing to anything new. And if Lisa was taken advantage of by our lecherous neighbour all the better. I should've known better but it seemed a good idea at the time!

"I understand. Can you get the equipment while I fill in the others?" Owen was happy to comply. I cleared my throat. "Owen has a great camera that we've used in the past to ensure I kept to our arrangements."

"Wonderful," sighed Lisa. "Can you cover me up in the meantime?" She frowned every time Mr. Wagner set his eyes on her.

"It won't take that long," I smiled. "Unless of course my master here believes otherwise." Fred said he was happy to keep Lisa as she was.

Owen came back with his camera and other items we used previously. "Mr. Wagner, I'm happy to make a film that will convince you that I won't interfere with any activities you or the others may want to do. And if I do interfere, well, you'll have the film to do with as you want to ensure I don't. How does that sound?"

"It depends on how convincing you are," said Mr Wagner in a slithery voice.

"I'm sure I'll be very convincing." Lisa's shouts of "Don't Do It" only added to my commitment.

"Best be quiet now so we can all hear our slave. And if there are interruptions, (Owen looked at Lisa) we'll have to take appropriate steps." Owen nodded for me to start.

"You'll start with my head and pan at the appropriate time?" Owen nodded.

So I started:

Hello. My name is Ben Robinson. I am desperate to prove that I am nothing but a sex slave. That I'm not a man. I am merely here to carry out my mistresses wishes no matter what they are, no matter how they make me feel and no matter what others may think of me. I should not be considered her husband. I have no say in who she gives herself over to or what is done to her. And I must also obey anyone that she hands me over to. I will become their slave as well. I should not be referred to as a husband or a man but as a slave to indicate I know my place. Sucking cock, swallowing cum or getting fucked is humiliating, degrading and emasculating for a man. Watching a wife getting pleasured by other men is equally degrading and emasculating for a husband. But as I said, I am neither because, as you can see, I don't have what it takes to be a man or husband.

(Owen panned so my full body was visible.)

I have removed all my body hair so you can see my deficiencies and I put these handcuffs on so I'm no longer able to hide them. I put on these ankle irons so I can't help my wife as she allows herself to become a whore to any man she wishes. I am here as a sex slave to be treated as such at all times without regard to my feelings or wishes. And if I fail to carry out any instructions of my masters, they will become owners of this film to humiliate me back into total submission to their will. No longer call me by my name. Just call me 'sex slave' so that everyone knows my place and how I should be treated for their sexual gratification. So please will you approach me so I can so my utter submission?

Owen came around and presented himself naked for me. First he presented his back so I could kiss both of his cheeks. Then he turned around so could I kissed his penis. I then took him into my mouth. They all clapped and agreed I had convinced them.

"That was wonderful and so very fitting," Lisa said sharply.

I looked at her sharply. "I'm glad everyone's happy with that. Can you let me go now?" I looked at them expectantly.

"No, leave him as he is. We may want to play with him later." Lisa smiled as she said it.

That smile didn't last long as Mr. Wagner pounced on Lisa. He had once commented on Lisa's large breasts which Lisa took none too lightly. She shot back some pretty sharp comments and always gave him an evil eye if he ever came close. She hated her breasts being commented on or played with as she felt demeaned and objectified. "I'm more than just a big breast," she'd growl. So I had always kept a very respectful distance.

Mr. Wagner had no inhibitions about going after her breasts. He happily started caressing them and pushing them around her chest.

Lisa didn't want any of it. "Stop doing that, you lecherous old man. Fuck me if you want but don't fuck with my breasts!" This of course didn't stop Mr. Wagner. He pinched both her nipples and pulled her fulsome breasts until they looked like five story pyramids protruding from her chest. He then mashed them back so they looked like deflated bean bags. I couldn't see his face but I'm sure it had a smile on it.

Lisa was complaining through all of this. "I think the whore talks to much, don't you," ask Mr. Wagner. Owen and Fred laughed their agreement. Mr. Wagner then planted his lips squarely on Lisa's lips. All she could do is moan at high volume. He was there for what seemed like minutes.

When he pulled away, Lisa let rip. "Don't ever stick your slimly, sickly tongue into my mouth again. You stink worse than a toilet and taste worse than rotting corpse. You greasy, weaselly measly bastard get away from me. I never want your scalely creepy hands on my ..."

With that, Mr. Wagner planted his lips once again smack dab on Lisa's lips. Her vicious moaning started immediately. This time, I saw one had slip down Lisa's body. I assume it disappeared into Lisa's cunt. Suddenly the vehemence in her moans lessened. Then they became long, low and slow moans of pleasure. Then they started to quicken as though she was going to cum. I couldn't help but get a raging hard on. She had put me through so much I was thoroughly enjoying seeing her get some of the same medicine.

Just as she was about to climax, Mr. Wagner stopped and step back. "Oh please don't stop! You can't leave me like this," Lisa exclaimed.

"You've said some pretty nasty things about me. And now you want me to do something for you?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I take it all back. Please finish me off." Lisa was desperate.

"If you hadn't said those things I would happily have obliged. But since you did, I won't do as you ask until you do as I ask."

Lisa was panting. "I'll do it just name it."

Mr. Wagner smiled. "Ask me to lift up your tits up so you can suck them!"

I could see Lisa's face harden. "What type of old pervert are you!? I'll see you suck your own cock before I suck my tits in front of you. Or anyone for that matter."

"Lisa, you should either give in or be sure you'll hold your ground. I've known Mr. Wagner to be an expert at getting what he wants and much more than others want to give," warned Owen.

"If that's the case, then why don't you help me?"

"Partly because of the nasty things you said to Mr. Wagner. And mostly because it's bloody fun to watch!" We all laughed as I agreed wholeheartedly.

"No, I absolutely refuse!"

"I'll respect that," said Mr. Wagner.

"I have my slave here. He will do as I tell him. Slave," she looked at me sternly, "I can see how much you're enjoying this. Come over here with that tool of yours and finish me off."

I was at the ready and gladly flew to her rescue. Well, flew as much as anyone in handcuffs and ankle irons, towards her. They all laughed at my awkward progress. As I went to plunged in I started spewing my cum! My mind was blown at being able to press her into the wall and feel her body being squeezed. But the excitement was too much and I was mortified at having an uncontrolled ejaculation. As I started to soften, her frustration overcame her as her invective came my way. The others were laughing heartily.

"Sorry, sorry. It was too much," was all I could babble out.

"I guess I should be off," Mr. Wagner laughed.

Pain crossed Lisa's face. As Mr. Wagner turned to leave, Lisa started pleading. "Mr. Wagner, sir, I'm very sorry for everything I've said. I desperately need you to finish what you started. Can you lift up my breasts so that I can suck them for you?" Knowing how much she would hate to do that told me just how desperate she really was. I waited anxiously to see what Mr. Wagner would do.

He turned around and smiled. "Young woman, I'll only do that if you give me something that'll make sure you never insult me again. I desperately (he smiled slyly) need to know I can finish what we've started without you changing your mind and without being cruel to me. And if you do I want something that can force you to change it back and do my will."

As much as I liked seeing Lisa squirm, I didn't want her to squirm at his beck and call.

There was silence. "I'm not sure what you mean. I sure am happy for you to have more fun with my breasts."

He looked at her sternly. "You know, my philosophy is that breasts are on women who must be respected. You have two wondrously large silky smooth, lusciously soft and delightfully pendulous breasts." Mr. Wagner caressed the bottoms of her breasts and then lifted them up. "Any woman who lets a man play with such exquisite examples should be duly rewarded." His hand went down and presumably pressed against Lisa's bare vagina. The motion of his arm said he was then rubbing it. Lisa started breathing deeply and her face become relaxed with pleasure. "Tits, on the other hand, are on women who play hard to get, keep changing their minds or are cruel to men. They need to be treated like whores; to be put into to a gutter lower than the insults they hurtle at men; to be trapped into submitting to the whims of others no matter how degrading or humiliating."

Lisa started to grimace. "I'll never go so low for a bit of release I need. But I will let you play with them for suitable reward."

"Even from an old pervert are like me."

"Oh I didn't really mean that. You're not an old pervert."

"Then I'm happy to continue what we've started once you give me some assurance you won't change your mind again." Oh he was being tricky. I could tell where this was leading and didn't want to go there.

"No, Lisa stop now." I got down on my knees. "I'll use my tongue to give you the orgasm you're craving. Don't let yourself be blackmailed into being his plaything."

"Oh, shut up, slave. I can handle myself," barked Lisa. "Can someone put a sock in his mouth? I don't want to be disturbed again." Owen quickly picked up his boxer shorts and stuck them in my mouth. I didn't know which was worse: the taste or the humiliation. It didn't matter as I was stuck being just an observer.

"So, would a testimonial like my little slave just gave be sufficient assurance," Lisa queried coyly.

"Only if I can use it to blackmail you into utter submission to the whims of an old, lecherous pervert with a slimly, sickly tongue who stinks worse than a toilet and tastes worse than a rotting corpse and is a greasy, weaselly measly bastard with scalely creepy hands to boot should you fail to live up to your side of the bargain" Lisa grimaced at what she had said. "It'll have to be damn good to make up for that." Mr. Wagner smiled.

Lisa licked her lips and looked thoughtful. I could only hope she was considering the cost of agreeing to Mr Wagner's offer of release. "As much as I hate what I'm about to say and what you do, I will give you access to manhandle my breasts anyway you want for the next month if I can take a promise that you will manhandle my vagina as you've just done so that I orgasm after each session. But I want on film that you agree to everything I just said about you."

"Young lady, you're the one asking me to pleasure you and who has repeatedly changed her mind. You're not in a position to bargain. I'm happy to leave right now as I've been fully satisfied." He smiled as Lisa grimaced. "And since you're still pushing me, I will accept a month of full, unfettered access at my discretion to play with your breasts, but I will want a month of Sundays where I use the recording to force you into submitting your tits and yourself to my whims if you change your mind and refuse me access."

That sounded scary and lopsided to me. But Lisa probably thought this too. "So for the next month you'll treat me as a woman as long as I allow you to play with my breasts and then you'll provide a Thank You. But if I refuse you, you want me to turn myself into your whore for a month of Sundays? That's petty extreme."

"That's right," he said as he brushed her vagina. "But as long as you don't change your mind, it's not extreme. It all depends on you." He smiled very lecherously!

Lisa took a very deep breath. "Okay, Owen, set up that camera of yours. I'll join my husband in your film catalogue but will ensure it never sees the light of day."

I tried to voice my objection but of course was ignored.

Owen got the camera set up. "As with my sex slave, start just with my head and shoulders and move back when I say." Lisa then started her monologue.

I used to be a typical suburban housewife in full control of herself. Prim, proper and restrained with her body. Women respect their bodies and are very careful about who they allow to enjoy their attributes. They have the dignity to control themselves. But recently I have been taken over by an insatiable desire to play with these wondrously large silky smooth, lusciously soft and delightfully pendulous tits. (

Lisa motioned for Owen to move back to get more of her body in the shot.)

I've had to be strung up like this because the only way I can control myself is to give myself over to others for control. I want to massage my tits endlessly; to push them against my body and then pull them by the nipples for as long as my arm will stretch; to hold a tit up so that I can stuff it in my mouth, suck on my massive nipple so I can give myself the most shattering orgasm of my life. Then I'll do the same with the other tit, as who can resist do something so wonderful again. And again. And again. My sex drive is as big as my tits. It is only matched by my supersized cunt that craves supersized attention. Even now, I want to grab my soft flesh and kneed it like a ball of dough; to pull my tits almost off my body and then jam one into my mouth so I can suck till I fuck my cunt silly. This is why I've handed myself over to Mr. Wagner. If I disobey his commands to control myself, to not allow him to relieve my cravings in a measured way, to revert back to being consumed by my desire to play with my gorgeous knockers, then I accept that he can force me into the gutter where I belong. I would give myself over to be forced into submitting to the whims of others no matter how degrading or humiliating. Mr. Wagner can use this film to blackmail me into being his personal sex doll. It is only with such an extreme threat to denude me of all self-respect do I have any chance to succeed in becoming a woman again. If I fail, then Mr. Wagner can treat me as the whore that I am.

Mr. Wagner smiled broadly He lifted Lisa's right breast. But his left hand went down. He was again playing with Lisa's cunt but making it look like this was what was causing her to orgasm. Lisa couldn't speak. Only moans and heavy breathing passed her tit filled lips. Lisa's body shook violently signifying a wrenching orgasm. Mr. Wagner then switched tits and hands. Lisa again found herself being brought to a shattering climax. Mr. Wagner let her tit fall from her mouth and stepped away. If Lisa wasn't held up by chains, she would have collapsed onto the floor.